Victory

Shadows slip between

the houses

in the early

afternoon

Silent shadows in the sunlight

slight as rumour

Strong as the

Sun.

In empty streets

and over

ancient fields

Victory marches

on its secret feet

For here, we

are in Shadow

- where the Light

meets Matter,

where

the warming Sun

makes Cold -

where Radiance

produces

None

Here we are all strangers

and must die alone

Words run like mercury

from mouth to mouth -

but we hear nothing

Armies are marching

from strike to strike -

but we see no one

We shoot at Shadows

Fear

is our Air,

Surprise,

our destroyer,

Orders,

our enemy

Ghost of the field

Child of the

street.

Victory marches

On its secret

feet.