spring breathes again,
reigning back the innocent
to whom should I commend? 
absorbed in eroding riverbanks:
the death of an enemy surely 
isn't the birth of old, familiar friends.

survivors ever-cautious
of the warmth upon the empire
heating god's obsidian
subject to courts of chaos
starving when teeth aspire

jagged mountain peaks called home
opened in awe at our thin, blue skies
every year, born anew
rekindled history in your eyes.