The cockerel has crowed, she has gone to work but the hamlet is eerily quiet, no dogs bark; look out of the window, men, in sober black, carry a coffin out of my house. We walk to the church neighbors already there, dressed as for Sunday.
The priest talk about a man I have never heard of, a few religious songs and they all leave. Alone and afraid in a darkening room; where are my siblings? Why has mother left me here' alone? If they don't come I'll have to walk into the vast night unaided.
