Of Dark Things

November 26, 2013
The fire

then the embers

the coal colored ashes

the shattered bits of glass

the booms,

the cries,

the wounded weeping;

the sights of battle

etched in my eyes

the dying

and murdered

and gunshots resounding

and dulled spikes of hatred

the war is over.

but tears fall

and neighbors cry.

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