Lead fell like rain, tearing apart earth and men together, mixing the dust and blood into soup. The bodies of the slain lay in jigsaw pieces upon the battlefield, arms and legs and torsos all shredded and thrown into a jumble. There were none left to bury the dead.
The crows feasted there.
Black clouds filled the sky.
Rain fell, honest rain from heaven, and days gave way to nights as years gave way to years. Grass grew, green and alive, sprouting up under the bleached bones of the fallen. Bones, all the birds and scavenging dogs left were bones.
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