The caravan was twice our numbers
all fully felled and suddenly fell aground
two three miles further along a headless horse was galloping
I was the head of them all
Come on! Behead them
they have not as many cattle as cattlemen
heart to the girls
and the bones leave for the wolves
howling in the café
The next caravan was down the mall
the road all the more sped up we arrived
there were not as many cattle as the wolves we took and slaughtered
– Yar Ali! Talk less balderdash
and brew me a strong tea
– Yes sir!
My eyes caught the bottom of the cup
The port was under water end to end
The Earth had vetoed God
I was the captain of them all