One Corner of the War Benjamin Niespodziany
A beast with one long arm and one normal arm leveled the forest behind
our house. We walked when the clouds cleared and slept in what was left of
the world. When it was time for our eyes to open, we were inside a tiny
cottage beneath a kitchen table that once breathed as tree. Sitting around
the table, a family above us, muddling grovels of politics. You wiped the
sleep from your eyes. You wiped the leaves from my feet. You removed the pen
from my breast pocket and wrote our names on the floor as the family above
us continued to eat the last animal on the planet. >>>NEXT >>>
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