The last war ended
with a distant explosion
that was all but unheard
but caused a ripple on the surface
of a puddle of grimy water
in a bomb crater.
We all crawled out
of our holes,
blinking, unbelieving
under a perfect sky.
Then we went to look for food,
keeping an eye on each other
to make sure we were all going to share
anything we found.
Dark Matter 
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