THE CIVIL WAR
Wheeze forth great nation dead and
bloodied, power has now left your hands.
The willow trees escape, there is smoke
and fire o'er the land. And for how long have
you really wanted this? Let us count.
-
The dead are in their sepulchres. They
sound alike their meanings all - the
Civil War graveyard of Elmira's bare
middle, all stories and columns and
words. The smoking guns, crossed,
atop what passes for a Union flag.
-
I haven't yet left before I've yet
arrived, and these beating memories
resound like flame and sorcery
in small boys' eyes. It is over!
It is over! My God, my God,
why have you forsaken me?
Wheeze forth great nation dead and
bloodied, power has now left your hands.
The willow trees escape, there is smoke
and fire o'er the land. And for how long have
you really wanted this? Let us count.
-
The dead are in their sepulchres. They
sound alike their meanings all - the
Civil War graveyard of Elmira's bare
middle, all stories and columns and
words. The smoking guns, crossed,
atop what passes for a Union flag.
-
I haven't yet left before I've yet
arrived, and these beating memories
resound like flame and sorcery
in small boys' eyes. It is over!
It is over! My God, my God,
why have you forsaken me?
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