>>398073 #they lie where they fell and there they remain stillno funeral pyre honored their passing, no gentle hands closed their eyesthe dogs found them at dawn, drawn by the scent of blood and they took what they wantedthe crows came next, black and patient, settling upon them like a cloak they cannot shedtheir bones bleach now under the sun and scatter in the winter rains the wind moves through their ribcages as it moves through hollow reeds by spring, the grass will grow over what little remains and travelers passing that place will not know they walk where they once stood their names? already fading their deeds? forgotten with themthe earth claims all things in time, but them it claimed without ceremony, without remembrance they are gone as completely as smoke and the world closes over the space they left behind as water closes over a stone
