The Last Setting Sun
He defeated his family…
this battle was won
The war still in doubt,
a General shunned
The casualties lingered,
fatalities mount
Old reasons to fester,
in spite of the count
His Grandmother’s death,
the last coup de gras
The love of his life,
he held her till gone
But after her funeral,
his troops on the run
Tents folded and burned
—the last setting sun
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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