the puffy clouds are dispersing
and the gibbous moon inching slowly
across the skies toward fullness
overhang the barren earth
with smoke still rising from craters
that were once the dwellings
of what were called men--
field hands emerge from the distance
under this saffron twilight
as they approach they remove their headgear--
smiles over a successful day of scavenging--
bits of the old world building the new--
and the world continues around the compound tonight...
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