Haunt of Thieves: part five
Haunt of Thieves
Part Five
The sun lights Aantahah’s teeth like molten gold and falls
Fang-red through burning crevices of rock
Gafeidda’s boot-soles tread clay, tortured in ice-forms
The Shepherd sings prayer at the hour of offering
Aantahah mei’capeddre vorsairct
Mei’capeddre vorsac
(Ancient Father accept my sacrifice to you
Accept my sacrifice)
Now nothing can be gained but at the cost of suffering
And the Shepherd who like a comrade beckoned
Has turned his back
He kneels and prays to a stone face
And worse—“Your god,” Gafeidda says
Will topple with his blinded eyes, laid low
By the weight of crow-dung. Birds of omen use
him as their cess-pit. So lordly is your god…”
He steps from the path across fissured earth
And yet in doubt
Of finding strength to climb once more
He finds it
Burning anger rakes his arms like tinder catching fire
He strikes the Shepherd four times
“So great his potency―your god―that a dead man’s eye
Sluiced through the gut of a carrion-fowl
Paints him in malediction…and he bears it”
The hand falls
The chanting cadence had been broken only
By the landing of each blow
And now the Shepherd speaks
As though his work were done
“I will go with you.”
Where the night call hailing sundown
From the thieves’ den starts the crows
Buffeting from the summit with a shriek of wings
That marries to the shout of the lieutenant’s men
And twists like a thread of yarn into the mad baying
Of the dog pack
All come flying in a spiraling refugee mob
Like bats
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(2015, Stephanie Foster)