Turning a Field


Morning sun parches the grass.
The canopy sways overhead.
Butterflies flit by.
Two men clash at dawn.
One falls, the other runs away.
He's trailed only by the sun.
Was she worth it?
Friendship torn asunder,
Families destroyed,
Lives lost.
For what?
A momentary stirring,
Hearts aflutter,
A chance to chase away the emptiness.
Now, all have been emptied:
One of life,
Another of freedom,
A third of reputation,
Seemingly sacrificing least,
Yet only she will be forgotten.
The field will be reconsecrated a grave.
The only crops from now on
Will be headstones.

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