Small boughs are
cracking under HER feet,
Hard leaves are
scratching HER skin.
Not easy to
breathe because of the heat.
Sweat’s dropping
down from HER chin.
HER body is
tired, HER thoughts are in haze.
SHE can hardly
see what’s ahead,
But SHE is
rushing through jungle maze
Wanting just not to be dead.
SHE’s fleeing
from danger, the danger is THEY,
Who are chasing
to bring HER back
To the village
where THEY plan HER to lay
On the altar,
HER body to hack.
THEY worship
gods, that rite is a must,
SHE has to give
THEM HER soul.
THEY need HER
chest to be neatly thrust
And HER heart to
be placed in the bowl.
Being a captive,
it’s HER fatal lot.
But SHE managed
to find a way out.
Now SHE is in
jungle, the weather is hot,
And HER body is
already worn out.
SHE’s standing near the high waterfall,
And THEY are
already approaching HER
SHE is not
choosing the life of a thrall,
SHE’s jumping
down, stopping the stir.
Is SHE alive?
THEY do not know.
THEIR pursuit is
to be ceased.
THEY are
returning to THEIR show.
HER body and
soul are now released.