[In the spring time the stars . . .]

In the spring time the stars began looking for him By summer time they had found him By autumn time they had wounded him so that the orange and red of his blood began to leak from the sky onto the leaves of the trees By winter time they had slain him so that his white fat began to melt and drip falling as snow all over the land And then he would begin to rise again first as sap in the trees stretching higher and higher until his back ached but knowing he would not stop until his black fur was hidden deep among the unborn behind the dark wall of the night sky