THE AFTERMATH
Silence sniffing
through the alley, deafening
as a deserted valley.
Souvenir as lifeless bodies,
swimming in a pool of blood
thick as mud.
Brains pour forth from skull,
something they all
have in common.
Fresh widows mourn,
tonight orphans were made,
as fathers kissed the blade
of blunt thirsty axe.
Fleeing faceless black mask,
the task was done,
as families wept till dawn.
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