Walls of shaded
pictures,
lines of heartfelt
epiphanies;
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I hope your soul finds its way out of this hellhole.
Perpetual lines of marching boots,
Teardrop ripples of civilian
shoes: peaceful
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baby shoes,
sandals,
nameless oxfords--- lie
on the grass,
serene in their
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eyes
of the storm.
Whirlwind in,
whirlwind out?
No,
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Whirlwind stay and

fight.
But for what?
NRA card,
join the army--no!
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Already enlisted.
A new name on an infinite cenotaph,
"David- Friend and Brother".
Folded flags,
Flowers left,
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but never received,

hand over heart---
drum rolling.
But for how long?
No patriotic struggle for freedom,
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No desperate strife for union,

No entrenched troops,
No rolling tanks,
No A-bombs, for order---
peace.
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Shaded pictures,

epiphanies-
I hope your soul finds its way
out of this
hell-hole,
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'cause your body never will.

Rows of boots---
graves,
Folded flags,
Never received,
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hand over heart---

drum roll.

But for what?