They stood.
Taking time to register the results,
of particles colliding,
creating microscopic elementary dust.

They too stood.
Taking time to fix a position,
sure that the mortar
would fire into the right part of town.

Then two stood.
As time, ripped apart, transported,
back to a position
three seconds after the first collision.

Then two stood.
As time, future and past, observed,
the other from a distance
each in one way forever disturbed.

They too stood.
Careful not to repeat the procedure,
that saw the hospital transformed
into a careless car park full of corpses.

They stood.
Observing themselves, registering results,
of particles colliding,
creating microscopic elementary dust.