Poetry

Remembrance

My third great uncle
Levi was captured
by the Rebs at the
Battle of McDowell,
a mountainous backwater
of the war with
bullets just as real
and wounds just as gory
and they shipped him to
Andersonville

He’s there still
Part of a national park

Grave number 9762

And my dad was a disabled vet
and I am too

Everywhere you look
The wars are never through

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