The women of Amish,
looked at the English boy
in their midst, circling around him
and with a faint smile
on the eldest of them,
the matriarch of the small travelling
party deferring with her eyes
to the man in the black
iron pressed cloak and stiff-rimmed hat
and softly thanked the boy
for taking time to talk to them
despite their initial
worries, their concerns
of being caught
on camera, their souls in peril
at the thought of modern technology
eating them, devouring from the inside out,