King and Queen

As they grew older, the land which had grown wheat washed down the hill, and the river carried the land into the sea.

The priest with the horned mask, who brought meat from the altar, turned into a bird and flew among the mountains.

The people of the markets who touched their heads to the ground, changed into clumps of weed among the gutters of the bare hill.

A galley which carried wine sank in the harbour, and a barge of hooks smoked and heaved to raise it from deep mud.

The King and Queen rule over the dark nation of thrones. As slowly as a river builds a delta, they have become still.