Poem – Extremes of Death

The open field is not empty
as the ground is littered with
remains of the day
remains of the fallen.

Boulders serve as markers
as crude tombstones and
in some cases a reminder
of brutality and cruelty.

We stumbled across fresh
bones and the skull of a deer
carelessly left and scattered
the remains complete and disconnected.

What drives behavior
to extremes of death?

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