beast Has
roamed the
lands both
North and
East， And
smiled as
he on
landscape
readThe
gruesome
figures of
the dead.
IN THE
TIME OF
FAMINE
87His
black
claws
clutched
the
stalwart
man， The
very
headmen of
each
clan，The
elder sons
and
younger
ones， Nor
e‘en the
baby’s
cradle
shuns. In
all the
fields
along the
road，In
each and
every mean
abode， He
stops to
grin in
hellish
wayAt
famished
forms
turned
quick to
clay. The
