Civility
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Red hair protruding from the soldier’s cap
Bright sun and heat, his freckles clearly seen
How peacefully the lad appears to nap
Mae Caulfield moans while searching for her teen
Too young her son to know what he fought for
The gun they gave him longer than his legs
Already two sons dead; they wanted more
And soldiers care not how a mother begs
This “Civil” War is anything but that
Mae sighs on seeing bodies strewn about
She finds her ginger boy, removes his hat
Dry crust against his ear where blood poured out
His gun still loaded, Mom fires one more shot
Now two graves will complete the Caulfield plot
Written January 1, 2019
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2019
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