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,