A pale light shines across the grassy field. He waits for the ceremony to begin. He is wearing the clothes of his ancestors. The drums like a rhythmic ballet, soft and flowing. His father, a mountain of a man, bends down to meet his eyes. Other tribesmen circle him,(more) dancing and singing the songs of the elders. “Today, you become a man.” The drums become louder and the dancers move faster and faster around him. The colors of the day run from the black onyx sky. The whole village is out. Children, babies, and pregnant women sit on the outside of the circle, watching and waiting.
“I am proud of you my son. The gods have blessed me. My love is, like the flight of an eagle, eternal.” He can see a tear fall from his father's eye as the knife is plunged into his chest. His eyes ablaze as they glisten beneath the bright oasis of a moon. The drums beat softer and softer as his head turns up to the heavens. The stars shine a bit more brightly as if the gods themselves are watching, waiting for him. (less)