Elegy for Some Ninjas

Ninjas laid siege to a convenience store for three days during last year’s endless winter.  They came from nowhere and slid down ropes tied to leafless willows.  Though frost covered the ground, their feet left no tracks.  Soon the ninjas were nested upside down, like spiders, peering through the corners of windows.  As dust settled on boxes of pop tarts and rows of gum, as hot dogs slowly wheeled around their small heated cell, these silent killers waited.  Their patience was empty, because the world had already ended.  These ninjas were the only men left alive, and though they were the last to go, they too soon were dead.