The heaped dead form a pyramid of dun tones. Contorted and interlocked, they are bound together as dried and flightless witnesses that tell their tale silently. Above them a twilight sky expands, lambent with veiled light.

The source of the little stream that trickles softly past the scene is a body of water in the background reflecting the yellow of the sky as if glowing with a strange mystery. From under the low hills in the mid ground, a cthonic firelight glows and this too is mirrored in a sheet of water. A barely perceptable breeze and the soft tinkling of water over the stony ground only emphasise the massive silence.

The course stretch of the linen is allowed to grin through in those transparent passages of light that called to be brought out in the late stages of painting. The use of nickel titanium yellow, with its unique flavour, lends the sky strangeness and potency.