1868
Matt the gump and Aegis the mule, both
coming over the hill at Cemetery Ridge.
Oh little do they know the war's already
been over for three long years. War of
Southern Secession, Civil War, whatever.
I stood up to try to tell them! Like looking
at someone returned from the dead - a
legend of mystery, a field-rifle filled with
tired fury. Good God Almighty man!
Life does goes on! Then : some oddball
cannon in the sky I saw - and I noticed
the procession of bedraggled men in tow.
I was having a vision of the wartime dead,
coming back, down my way. Coming
for to carry me home? Well swing
low sweet chariot!
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