dust settles to coalesce around my feet combat boots kicking through the troughs a herd of sheep crowds around staring at the desicated remains a burned out vehicle a wiff of char turns my stomach as i see the lonely wire run off i crouch down in the distance two men stand raising their rifles
10/17/2010
Posted on 10/17/2010Copyright © 2026 Travis G Finborg
Brutal, blunt, and incredibly powerful in spite of its brevity. Or perhaps because of it... One way or another, I was actually expecting to see a little poem about a blanket, and boy did I get blindsided.
Congrats on POTD. I know this dust and those sheep and am thankful for your presence there.
