other animals

on the clay we noted more than half of 
the grain had spoiled, and the copper 
was of quite poor quality but 
we were then too many miles from
the great cities and their gods so 

we crossed three more mountains dug six 
more wells made our offerings with 
fresh water and old song and waited so
tired but so hopeful it might work 

this time then rain the earth slides and 
the flies and filth the sores boils and 
strange diseases but we walked and 

found a green land one cool spring and 
never heard the horses approach