by: Shiloh Whately
Brothers in arms, brothers in death, as one of the first battles of the Civil War unfolds…Slide your hand, into mine. Disappear from view, in front of me. Musket fire, all that surrounds. No one escapes, we can’t hear a sound. Just you and me, as wildly we charge. No hiding from, the madness that swarms. Slide your hand, into mine. Disappear from view, in front of me. I see meadowlarks, ringed ’round the sun. Their song is pure, and virtuous. I see spiderwebs, drip wet with dew. The lost get found, the innocent cocooned. Slide your hand, into mine. Breather my last breathe, in front of you.
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