Thesun''singdown
Themountain
Thegates
Ofallthewalledvillages
Inthesemountains
Areopen
Theroadsthatlead
Intothem
Arelikehands
Callingthecattleandsheepback
Lateontheirwayhome
Childrenoutfromschool
Peoplebackfromtheirlabour
Andsowalledvillages
Keepallthatistheirs
Onlystillnotraceofthehunters
Andthere''sachild
Stillsittingontheslope
Watchingthesun
Comedownthemountains
Thesun
Initslastmischievousmoment
Smearsthemountaintops
Andslidesdown
Towardswhere
Blacknight''sopenmouthwaits
Togulpitdown
Justthen
Thechildhearshismothercalling
Startlednight''sjawshangwide
Onalongdelay
Atthatmoment
Hedidn''tknow
Wherethesunwent
Orinwhosecare
Henowfoundhimself