This poem is taken from PN Review 50, Volume 12 Number 6, July - August 1986.
Poems
They were a harmless folk.
Incapable even of telling
the sex of their cattle.
Head high, they slept
their vulnerable sleep
and kept long linen robes
for days among the corn.
They were a harmless folk.
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