JUST THIS
(Brigadier-General Doyle Cemetery, Wrightstown, NJ)
I beseech the friends of the lamb to stop the shearing;
his eyes will pop, his fear is palpable. The days of
long sacrifice are over - even without the blood.
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Today, over 5000 acres of field I saw at least 5000
flags of the dead and the buried. Tiny, little stakes,
colored rags, fluttering in a moist and rainy wind.
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