Aftermath.
- Michael Fenton
- Nov 18, 2018
- 1 min read

Something happened here, We pick our way through Debris cast asunder; Forces hidden and powerful Now exposed and naked Under a sun-bright canvas.
Shadows leave clues in flattened grass and trees bent broken, Not losing the game Just recycled for return When least expected.

Not a one-time thing, The aftermath Makes the earth Each time forgotten Surprising no one Only those who watch And listen.
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