Day 121 by:
E.G. Rambo
CW: Death and War marching in a battlefield, in a war that never ends, I notice another shell hole filled with black bodies although they are no kin to me, seeing the glow of their beautiful skin ashened by death always moves me to tears but there is no time to grieve to mourn to avenge those who have fallen after all, I will come across another mass grave in a few days’ time as we pass, some of the soldiers talk like the war is done & artillery smoke isn’t thick in the air ‘all that’s left,’ they say, ‘is to pick up the pieces so we can start again.’ but all I see is rubble slowly crumble to ashes & mingle with the blood of the oppressed and the sacrificial if these are our materials, I fear rebuilding for we will disintegrate before we’ve barely taken shape maybe then our best hope is to lay these bones to rest and sculpt something entirely new
