2002
my ex was an orc.  

i am a lark.  Orcs eat larks.

Where an orc steps, no flowers grow for a year, until a butterfly passes
over the spot.

Orcs are hungry.  But there are also hungry ghosts that live in the
flowers and look up at the sunlight and the wind passes through them and
they sip the breeze and the light falls through them.  And the light
etches patterns of loneliness in them.  As if it came from heaven and it
were a reminder of heaven, but it is no heaven and no hell, only lighting
up solitude.

So what would you say, of orcs and flowers, ghosts, God and the bare land?