PEACE AT DEATH
Copyright 2008 -- 2009, by Terry P. Rizzuti
A soldier’s memory? Little else than
Painful backward glances at blurred intrusions,
And faded reflections of a distant past.
Tireless ghosts disturb the soul,
Stark reminders of life once cheap,
And heroes, too, answering fate’s toll, yet
Plunging toward eternal sleep.
Begone! he cries; they’re dead, he sighs,
And then repents -- eyes glossy, head bent,
Knowing memory is all that keeps his friends alive,
And peace at death can only arrive.
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