Nine old men grabbed
Ech other's wrists
To judge the herd
That wanted to destroy
The blessings of the wise
Ignoring the age
Of the nine old men
Seeker
Flaker
Breeder
Senser
Axe-thrower
Spirit-eyed
Vile-beholder
Bawler
Dead-watcher
Destroying in timebridges
Breaking their fate
Foundind countries of stone tumulus
They left silencemirth
Crawled to branches
Far from the other
As man from yersterday
Marching
Backwards
Cleaving timebridge
For that other man
Would never to step ahead
Even a thought
Restraining pains of stepmothers
Only they know
When nine old men grab
Each other's wrists
They can rebuild all
That a waterman can see
Only from below
In the river. | 
