1863

...a lil’ memorial day ditty....
I think about this'n this time of year for some reason....and me and Reb were talkin' about history, so:



1863

and this brilliant generation's girls
shrilled with hope then horror
boys marched and starved
and smoked pipes
with each other
and had their guts shredded
across the green spring fields
bled up the winter hills
and
disappeared.
gone forever
with every fucking hope then horror.
and the smoke is still here.
i smell it.

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