Earth, water, air and fire - creation's daughters - br that ceaseless merge and melt into each other - br as all is one - and he who creatures slaughters br is well to think he kills a distant brother, br br for all the winding threads of life are bound br into the web of destiny. If changes br aren't just in earthly flesh and matter found, br but souls departed likewise make exchanges - br br perhaps one day on us is raised the hand br with blade or hammer, if one were a bull br or swine or sow, that ranging on the land br knew not its grisly fate before the cull.