The Aftermath

a sequel to The Battleground

You can see the charred bodies lying in the streets.  You can smell the hot smoke as it rises from cannons, bodies, earth.  The war is over.  The blood has been spilled. Death has won here.

The grey spring sky hugs the earth as a mother hugs her just-dead child.  The wind caresses the hair of long lost boys and shattered old men alike.  Broken spirits have no more room to regain hope.  All is lost.  

The blood-soaked hills roll on forever, accepting the returning dust.  All is still, not a single breath can be found.  There is no one to see this immeasurable slaughter.  Who could stand such a sight?  Grief is not an adequate word for what the mothers will feel; sorrow won't compare to what they will experience.

As a late spring rain washes away the stain of humanity's sin, a single, solid, sturdy shoot rises up from the ground.  A new beginning.

Author's Note

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