Death of the Neanderthal

Eons ago,

a windswept beach,

three strangers, enemies,

watched, in awe and dread,

as darkness fell at noon.

Beseeched restless spirits,

battle-lost, for light.

When light returned,

sliding across veined pebbles,

they linked arms and vowed a peace.

Sincere enough. 

Yet peace conceived in fear

can never last.

© Gill Dunstan

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