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You can hear a pin drop as the car circles the neighborhood and stands still, before the loud doors open and rose petals fall, as the highly decorated grim reaper wills himself to deliver bad news.
— by poet

Memorial Day

What pin brings us to the table?
The car circled and stopped one’s heart.
The young are no longer living.
The flag was waving - red, white, blue.

The car circled, and stopped one’s heart,
Sometime after the dark caved in.
The flag was waving - red, white, blue.
Celebration comes to a halt.

Sometime, after the dark caved in,
Rigor Mortis makes time stand still.
Celebration came to a halt -
Moment the soldier breathed his last.

Rigor Mortis makes time stand still;
Strong mother’s scream and father’s faint.
Moment the soldier breathed his last,
Silence filled his usual seat.

Strong mother’s scream and father’s faint.
The young are no longer living.
Silence filled his usual seat.
What pin brings us to the table?

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