THE OLD WOMAN FROM THE VILLAGE OF MANN
2nd October, 2015


Once upon a time, 


there lived an old woman

 in the village of mann,

 she has a very large farm

 she grew beans on her land

she ate only what she harvested by her hand

she ate from no one and gave to no woman or man


then came rain upon the whole land


for seasons unending it rained

there was not much she can lay

so there she laid


 for mornings and mornings

nights and nights


the rain fell for days

months and years

and hope has no rays

and there she prayed

calling the ancestors to take

the life she once embraced


when she opened her eyes


there she was, with her fathers of age

in a cavern hidden in the hills of age

they smiled at her, she might say

she felt welcome, I’ll say


something is not right

she suddenly realized

they are not her fathers by her side

that was the ghost hunter’s side


no! they where the ghost

the ghost that hunted her father’s ghost

she wanted to cry out of her ghost


but there she lay with no strength


for the rain gave no harvest

and she ate only her harvest 

by herself

only her neighbours could have helped

but them she never gave her harvest

she ate all by herself


and now

she could not ask.




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