Norman’s brother’s bones smeared through the sumac,
my gristled heart, barely pumping, not mostly for you,
filling with muddy, boots wet since March.
shepard fairey
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gustav dore
our boys
death and burial
wm
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Spring Is Sprung
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