The Last Walk
Glowing fields cracked, used up,
relentless sun
without mercy
mirror infinity at earth’s curve.
Melding evasive wind
spins mini cyclones
in harsh triumph.
Stumps of once glorious trees
spread abstract fingers
for a sky holding
the waste of man.
Across a vast beyond
whispering dried grass
whistles alien tunes
at walkers from the void.
Tall and somber
bowed,
by war’s weight.
they search for water
in a land ravished
with faulty dreams.
Still remembering
ultimate loss, those
shrieks of pain.
Bad death
from
faces once loved.
Etched into tenacious memory
a wound so deep with
no point or reason found.
Cruel heat of day dives into
bitter night, obsidian
with glittering lost eyes.
Hands are held
fingers lock
in this abused world,
even to the end.
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