By the time we'd gotten there...

  Planet Earth had been loosely coral'd as far as excessive movement distracting precision warfare. 

  "The Best" in the world had volunteered life and limb, resources and intellectual input for last ditch efforts at reversing course on shutting down and walking back rhetoric, at least as far as how fast "policy" could be read.

     "They've smushed them," a runner relayed to a side of the stoppage. 

  Between train cars. 

  "And stomped all over the 'evidence'." 

  "Okay.  Okay.  Our team is leaving." 

  "I told you." 

  Still someone clucked chickens.  And made gross kissing noises. 

  Oriana's long legs almost weak knee'd at having watched people ground into flesh and bone powder mixed with dirt.  Still, as a leader, she strode to meet a deadline of giving word about situation. 

  "Fucking mul

  "Never mind 

  "I think we should express a statement about different cultures handling things differently." 

  "Who asked you bitch?" A franco-type roamed the razor thin space between worldly activists and people covered in jeel-abahs. 

  Some "nuns" had also carried through with their devotional prayers at an altar's side.  Two were dead but posed kneeling until we could collect their earthly bodies.  Two were "hiding" a small person between themselves, this person was trying to resist Muslim duties.  Allied troops single-filed behind the pray-ers since an old map showed a demarcation line.  Some of the women there had been forced to chomp on valium and other subdue-ing herbs to quiet their hysterics.  "For some may not want to live," was all a woman pounded with books related.

  The videography had been deftly carved by literati trying to beat paparazzi.  All of it confiscated had to be still-framed and documented.

  "The whole fucking world is a crime scene right now," a "worker" from Scotland Yard spit out a plug of tobacco into a thinned meaty hand.  "As far as he is concerned, that's true," a woman thumbed at the he that had spoken so loudly.  "And you are?" A flashbulb blinded the subject speaking as a Reporter, Press person turned with a pen and notebook.  "I'm the old gut's missus."