and one said, "go forth and multiply". the next moment, he's nothing left but a stain on the ground. we're all looking at each other, waiting for someone to initiate something to get the herd mentality going. some furtively glance to the battlefields next door, wishing for their comrades to join them in the aftermath as soon as possible. but its not, they have their fights to finish, their stories to unwind.
squatting amidst the wreckage, its hard not to wonder. "what's next?" No. that's already been asked many times. more like..."How now?" there's plenty of things to be done, little time and money to be spared, and loose ends that beg to be tied up, snipped, or simply to be played with. I'll admit it. I'm as lost as the next man. Sadly, that other man says the same thing.
So its time to dust our buttocks, and to head off into the proverbial sunset. This war's over, and there's nothing left for us to look back upon.
And off I go, tired and weary, limping into the sunset while avoiding the masses thinking i'm some nasty prick.
learning through life's potholes