Six Feet Down, Widely Spaced

The trees and vines grew in chaotic abandon, stretching outward from the cemeteries and lichyards, from the fetid soil beneath metal and stone.  Branches like pale bones clutched at the cities and artifacts of the living.  Cold fruit burned blue-pale in clusters among the shadowed leaves.

All throughout the land, panic and terror reigned.  No one had prepared, for all the talk of preservation, of memory and honor, of resurrection.  They had obeyed the rituals without thinking.  They had not paid heed.

One does not bury only the dead in the feverish warmth of the earth.

One also buries seeds.