He See's But Does Nothing

He sees but does nothing

When the long ones come by

Dark and menacing

With terrible eyes

Holding black weapons

Held up to the sky

Titanic in size,

The Long Ones arrive.


He sees but does nothing

As his townsmen come out.

The women are screaming

And the children shout.

And the men are armed

And all about.

All, in doubt…

Because the Long Ones arrive.


He sees but does nothing

As the Long Ones swept through

Hacking and slashing

As whole bodies flew

Severed, dismembered

And flaming, a few

There was never no bloodshed

When the Long Ones came through.


He sees but does nothing

But the tears wet his eyes

As the people he loved

Were crushed as though flies

As the people he loved

All begged, screamed, and died

For the sake of a deer

He killed for a prize.


He sees but does nothing

As the Long Ones depart

Leaving behind

Their gory art.

Leaving him to

No home, no friends

No place to sleep or,

His letters, to send


Only an end


To a life he once known

And the birth of a man

Who made venegeance his own