As the bracken cleared, strangers footsteps <br />cemented in mud traced our way to the <br /> <br />peak, mother suddenly froze, only her hair <br />moved, raising her wind slapped face <br /> <br />towards the sky she found the primate <br />inside her and expelled it upon the <br /> <br />surrounding moutains. An echo of endless <br />pain. Father observed from behind his <br /> <br />lowered army cap, we laughed through <br />hurting lips. And then all was silent.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-the-land-below-we-finally-saw/
