Fragmented Fields, Wasting Away, Humanity near the brink

The crowd gathered fast
Swift and steady
The people yelled loud
Unwavering and stabbing
The men yanked limbs
Bloody and bold
The women cut deep
Effective and efficient.

The children called names
Knives and bats
The elders had methods
Vicious and vivid
The animals had meals
Full and fat
The elements ate flesh
Bugs and maggots.

The mud had one last meal
As death took one last breath
And the living found one more
Break, safe, saved by the mere
Thought of a coffin.

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