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Truth Is
The Truth Is
David J Walker
The two-story houses
aligned on Main Street
host ghosts that are
free to come and go
because they know
where their bodies are buried in
backyard moments captured
in stunning black & White on
the back of Kodak paper
the truth is
life did not
welcome them home
death is all they’ve known
since leaving for the war
the truth is
they gather with others
who last wore tattered
uniforms in some form or another
finding refuge in familiar form
the truth is
this place used to be part of
a 640-acre section of
a cotton farm
purchased at10 cents for each
by a distant grandfather
now it's all part of
the outskirts of a town
the truth is
ghosts like to hang around
it’s the least they can do
or the most depending
on your point of view
The truth is
There is no need to
Strike up conversation
It is enough to acknowledge
They are there
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