Watching a man being beaten and robbed,
Watching short miracles and new hearts throbbed,
The end of a life,
The start of a life,
Seeing it all,
Rise and the fall,
But stretching behind
Creatures of all kind,
Hiding away from the eye that pursues us,
Creeping and crawling, but not making a fuss.
Beneath the hawk soaring high do we run,
Silently screaming to not see the sun.