Aftermath of War


By Marcia K. Leaser

October 18, 2011

                          The sun is hidden.

                              The trees are gnarled and old.

                          Lurking behind bushes…

                              creatures await

                                  to pounce and devour –

                          While waters stagnate

                              reeking of death.    

                          Gaping holes are covered with

                              velvet cushions,

                          and fear camouflaged behind

                              a tired smile.

                  But wait!

                          The child kneels beside a

                              hollow log;

                          parts rotting leaves tenderly,

                              and cradles in tiny fingers

                                  a fragile flower…

                          unnoticed

                              by the teeming crowd.



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