on the day that he was born,  her dreams took a living form,  sky was different than before,  soldiers went from door to door                                                                                          creatures that were great and small,  hopped and jumped and ran and crawled,  from the darkness to the dawn,  none without and none with all                                                     time is slowly etched in stone,  trees grow rings and fall alone,  meat is picked clean from the bone,  seed is gathered and then sown                                                             on the day he left this earth,  free from sorrow free from hurt,  wooden boxes in the dirt,  not the last and not the first