Tending the dead (OTA)
There was something fitting about tending the cemetery for the likes of Macbeth. The Scot felt at home amongst the dead. He pulled weeds, righted older stones, worked to ensure the food for worms were given something like respect. Yes, Banquo's stone was still there, taunting him, haunting him, but how much he missed his wife burrowed into his craggy soul, leaving him quiet, most of the time, lonely and alone.
On his knees, Macbeth, once mighty bloody king of a post-Apocalyptic Scotland, knelt in front of a grave, pulling out a dandelion from the roots, tossing it onto a pile of other to be burned.
On his knees, Macbeth, once mighty bloody king of a post-Apocalyptic Scotland, knelt in front of a grave, pulling out a dandelion from the roots, tossing it onto a pile of other to be burned.