in my dream

I follow a Shepherd

without a flock

to a far away land

beyond the blue remembered hills

 

we do not speak

l'm guided along

with signals made with his crook

I obediently follow

 

there appears before us

a foreign place

bathed in golden light

 

I saw no human habitations

 

stretched out in front of us

countless mounds of earth

neatly and uniformly placed

on top of a rich grass carpet

a wooden cross atop each mound

 

The Shepherd with

tears in his eyes

pointed at the raised earth

and told me in a solemn voice

under there is my flock

they were all deceived

by my masters

 

men by thousands

from the four corners of the earth

came here

but never went back home

 

the Shepherd guided

my trembling feet

back home

I woke to a new dawn

and remembered

the fallen heroes.