Widow Path - Blood

March 1876 — the season of dead begun

A never ending fight between human and animal

The sun will raise the path

Between home and horizon

Whalers wife has to say good bye to their husband

A feeling of loneliness and uncertainty take place

Month after month — year after year

The see takes its victims

That’s the path where the widows walk

That’s the way where no one talks

The time is over — this season is history

Bread for a year or mourning for eternity