My Tribe

My soul whispers to me in my sleep
impatiently awaiting for my return
from oblivion; I see my tribe
standing silently around
me in the dark woods
a shadow in my eye
tells them the
time for
talk
is
gone
a shiver
runs up my spine
as a goose somewhere
walks over my grave but
I will live another day
and watch our
enemies’
demise
like
rain
disappearing
in the sand
of a vast
desert
one
day
the world
will learn
to leave
us well
alone
in
our
secret
ways
they
will never
learn nor
penetrate
we’re not for sale