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Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/entry_id/956084
by Rhyssa Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Book · Contest Entry · #1912256
a descent into poetry insanity
#956084 added April 7, 2019 at 10:05pm
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Pickett's Charge
after ten miles,
I stood there
in the field where
they once charged,
the men who (after)
lay, more than eight
thousand dead,

and the field was green
and the sun was bright
on the little plaque
telling of hope
and disaster.

and I considered the dead
and my aches (ten miles
in sneakers is nothing
to the dead),

and wondered that
the blood soaking that field
didn't stain my feet red.

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