The earth has a beard.
	A shadow blew the windows open.

	Follow the boot tread
on my face.

We were on foot,
	traveled by night.

	I wish I had tried 
to answer her arrogant questions.

A question of shine,
	transparent green eyes

	that belong to 
everyone who sleeps

in an open grave.
	Schoolchildren know the graves

	stay open. Did you hear laughter
when the hero tried to bite your fingers off?

You don't know the value
	of love, but donšt

	let yourself be eaten. Death inherits
the mountains. Death knows the land better than you.
The earth has a beard.
	A shadow blew the windows open.