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Holocaust

 

Silent doom creeps forward, darkening the sky, killing the sun.
The black, rolling, enemy line crashes forward with
a thunderous roar and a horrifying discharge of
electrical power.
This is not an isolated battleground, but an
example of many, worldwide.
Energy sears out again followed by a booming echo.

All is quiet.
All is calm,
The blanket of darkness freezes, midflight, frozen in readiness.
Tranquility has been broken, the assault has begun: more
of the overpowering shockwaves and roars, the wind lashes out at all in its path,
whipping…
And all is nothing.

 


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Holocaust, by Paul Cales, © 1986