My arrows flung
My beagle walking home
My ghost in armor clanking
At my side
My belt hung low with
Rabbit carcasses bleeding
On my boots My fence and gate
My woman wide
To greet me.

The barley beer
The table laid The steaming pot
The prayers of thanks for bounty
Drain our lips
Shadows hang
From every beam The coat
Hung up before the fire
Hissing from the drips.

My ghost lies creaking Watching
While we eat.