When stones sang
When aerials hummed
When the wind skimmed frost itself
When fields slept drenched
When over Santi farmhouses lighted
When the stars overawed the clouds at Dingli
When
The
Frost
Turned
Leaves
Into
Sudden
Sere
And
Then
The
Executioner Wind
Hatched off
Their heads.
Those days
Those times
Those happenings.
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