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Diorama

I 
saw 
them,a 
pair 
of 
furious 
hen;hauling 
stones 
and 
throwing 
firebrands 
and 
I 
winked 
at 
the 
ominious 
exchange 
for 
it 
was 
in 
the 
dry 
season.                                                                                              
I 
heard 
the 
horrow 
from 
the 
annals 
how 
blood 
spewed 
ghastly 
like 
geysers 
and 
turned 
our 
clan 
to 
a 
ghost 
town;and 
seeing 
their 
altercation 
load,my 
knees 
wobbled.                                                                                                       
I 
sighed 
and 
nearly 
sanked 
as 
the 
scuffle 
poke 
their 
cheeks 
in 
the 
littering 
of 
dry 
foilage 
and 
then 
brother 
james 
grafitti 
on 
my 
flushed 
face 
flashed. 
My 
ears 
heard 
wheels 
of 
running 
chariots 
and 
the 
boom 
boom 
of 
war 
and 
my 
hand 
moved 
to 
nip 
the 
budding 
inferno.

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