The Darkness At Noon
The Darkness at Noon
Taps - echo hollowly
over the grey stones,
acrid odor of gunpowder
stings all memory,
flag, creased, folded,
presented.
A last salute.
A darkness at noon.
John G. Lawless
4/22/2014
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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