Headhunters

Through the jungles they run
on silent feet the warriors
Run with the wind at their back
Their long hair swishing
Their biceps taut with their talismans
They are marauding tonight
To hunt for human heads
To prove their valor

Full clash the tribal enemies
On open ground
From trees they drop to the ground below
Swishes of machetes and swords
And venom-ed darts from blowpipes
They harvest each other in glee
To get their coveted trophy
No one's spared

Back to the village they danced
With rows of heads on their pack
Caught in death last grimaces
Blood dripping to the ground
Headhunters returned and the maiden
Danced to the warriors trophies
Signs of valor signs of strength
To watch a man die without
A twinge.