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THE CONSTANT TOWER

The Beautiful One from my clan, is dead.

The day takes us.

If to forest, no rain.

If to desert, no sun.

For he was rain and sun,

A cloud bringing all my comfort.

In our Permanent Home, the gathered clans greet him.

‘His words were daggers, brave and swift,’ they sing.

‘His heart was kind and noble.

In the world of the living, distress.

But for us, joy.

The day turns,

His longhouse searches for him. But he is safe here in our home.’

—Psal’s elegy on the death of his friend, Ephan.