Forgotten Wedding

Desperation writ upon each brow

as soon their deaths arrived.

Some sought a reprieve via

escape or fight; but it was short-lived.

Along came the clean-up crew,

who laboured silently. They quickly

cleaned up the bloody mess,

making ready for the next set.

And each new bullet was slotted

quickly into chamber; the sound

of military voices resounded only

in that courtyard all morning.

But afternoon, it was done.

And they left, their mission done.

In open pits, their bodies stacked

randomly the scavengers already

were arriving; the survivors a little

later. The wailing and crying began

soon enough, and early evening

came filled with cicadas and weeping.

Those who could removed their

loved ones, broken dead weights

carried slowly and finally. Those

lucky scavengers, those lucky

lucky few, enjoyed their lavish

meals where they could. Those

who came too late were only

left the blood and remains.

And night grew long as

the shadows addressed the

village of its chosen fate

as execution site. And every

one left buried those of

the wedding party from

the morning’s bright start.

The tears were their only words

that silent long evening’s task.


© 2017 L. Tafa



Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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