War Graves
No medals, no uniform,
no record of dedicated service.
He was never a soldier,
a Doctor, or nurse,
cop or firefighter.
Nevertheless he fought
to the end,
it was a bitter and bloody end.
At the graveside
it is said that a tinker,
a tailor, and a candlestick maker
rode their wild white horses
above the assembled bowed heads.
A sun-splattered rain fell upon
the few who knew him,
but all there knew him well enough
to salute his invisible flag.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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