The last man

The last man arrived just after the clang of the last blow of the battle had drifted away down the canyon
Blood was mingling in the brook that he crossed on his way
He could hear himself breathe
His mind was full of vultures and caskets and tombstones
He went further upstream where the water was clear and bent over the flow
He saw himself
The last man

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