They caravanned balloons
into the darkening sky, riding
ash-strewn gusts upwards—
praying no cinder would puncture
lest they surrender
another contingent to the mutants
and degenerates
that followed them, hungry
for their knowledge
of war;
the more they lost, the more
they would lose, unless
they fought back: but their knowledge—
their guilt—
and the dead world beneath them
told them where that path led.
First published in Illumen, issue 12,
April 2010.
That magazine is gone, so this is the copy that’s left.
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