Shadows
The farmer stares at the night surrounding
Fear install into his mind of what he has seen
The dead has come alive he knows his score
He has to call his brother to make the curse away
He holds the binocular tightly with his fingers
Afraid he may lose it to the underworld...........
The woman just died a week old of lost of blood
In the orchard of banana trees in a full moon night
The village tales he heard when he was a boy
Listening to the elders narrating the tales of the undead
They will come alive in the night and full bloom in the moon light
He wipes his sweat from his forehead remembering the tales
"Dad are you alright?
You seem so far away in your thoughts"
"I am alright sweetie the place is hot
Naturally I will sweat with it"
The eldest daughter stares at him
In the air-conditioned room upstairs
There is no reason to feel hot...........
"I know Dad something is wrong"
The farmer turns to look at his daughter
"There are stories circulating in my mind
Of my younger years in the village back home
Of the village tales of the undead walking in the night"
"You mean you saw the undead here?
Come on Dad it is all the crab talking"
"I saw your mother running away in the moon night
With another woman who seems to be the protector"
"Take a look with the binocular
Stare right into the banana trees"
The daughter tries to peep through
She only sees the row and row of banana trees
"I don't see anything Dad
It is all shadows swaying by the wind
I think there is something wrong in your eyes
Maybe you should visit a doctor and get it sorted out"
"You don't believe in the undead
So you may not see it through the night
I tell you it is real I have seen it in the moon light
The tales I heard when I was a young kid......
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