Sunday, October 13, 2013

The Tribunal, After the Bombs Fell



The only sound in the courtroom was the muffled clanging of the archangel’s bronze wings.  One by one, the missiles gave their testimony. 

The Lord nodded, white beard wagging.  “You were only following orders.  You cannot be held accountable.”

The next defendants were the generals, mirrored sunglasses shattering as they tried to reflect the glory of the assembled jury.

“How do you plead?” said the Lord. 

“We are greedy and cowardly, just as you made us.”

“Yes,” said the Lord, “that is true.”  And he nodded his head and waggled his beard, and the silence in the courtroom stretched on.

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