The Cannon - BENN

The Canon had been busy

Their chambers were dank, dark

And inches of sandy dust covered the floor

In front of them laid their work;

Piles and piles of heavy circular stones

Coated with an unknown blue liquid

Over the next few weeks

They slowly rolled the stones to the entrance

And loaded them onto a wagon

From here‚ they rode through the night

To the neighboring settlements

Passing the decaying remains of the settlers

That had naively accepted their poisoned gifts

When they arrived‚ they laid stones around the perimeter

And carefully poured a dark liquid on top of each

Before scurrying away to lay the next

In a matter of minutes‚ they could hear the coughs begin

The wind direction was not an issue

Now that the towns and settlements were surrounded

As they rode their wagon away, they stopped to listen

The screams of men, women and children alike

Helped crack smiles on the weary faces of the Canon

They rode on