In the place where the animal went down to the water to die A swamp grew And rotting stump wood Their darkest homes The people stopping only long enough for day to come Holding breaths Waiting for morning Among the bones
The white stag hung on a skeleton in the dusk Skin surrendered Bleached and withered Broken and blown A snag fallen into the mud from the tallest tree No one seeing A wooden antler Decaying bone In the mud [x5]