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our boys

death and burial

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Saturday, April 3, 2010

A Last Shot At Glory


aiming at something close; just beyond
my sight; there where the forks lay down

with the spoons, the cutlery carves
my name in without a date; nothing else

says I was here; your unmentionables
still burn in my barn of cares.


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