May 25, 2012
By Sam Muench BRONZE, Ipswich, Massachusetts
Sam Muench BRONZE, Ipswich, Massachusetts
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The brief flicker and flash, bang, and silence of a gun
The heavy burning of shame and guilt
The soft crackle of a village gone
And the snap of the foundations built

The dead so cold in a fire so warm
Who is to say they weren’t sleeping?
As the fire dies in a watery storm
And the sound of all the women weeping.

The author's comments:
I cranked this out in about 15 minutes.

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