SADF.info. 28. Images of war Six days they ran before us, Dark with killing, and fast With the fear of it. Closer with each dawn We came, crouched on the spoor Like hungry dogs, exhaustion !n our shadow. And then, at dusk, We met upon their killing ground, The dull chatter of their fire Following the dust That kicked and stung about us. There is no measure Of the time that passed Before light melted from us, Cloaking their flight into the sudden black, Webbed With our