Natural Alchemy

  and pressed the trigger.

  I flinch at the sounds of gunfire and disbelief,

  watch, helpless, as the man shields his son

  even as his legs give way in death.

  Darkness falls and the wolves come,

  but to them I am invisible,

  just a spectator from the future

  held in horrid fascination,

  longing for the morning light.

  Then the women come

  and what they have to do

  is too much to bear.

  I wipe away the tears

  with cold and sorry fingers.

  I will never forget Kalavryta.

  THE END

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