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Ghosts of War - preamble II

The ghosts of war are everywhere,
in the memories of grandfather-hood,
in the molecules of foreign silts and sands,
in her womb may come the military man.

The ghosts of war are everywhere,
in the erosion of river stone,
in the patterns they weave at Arlington,
and the heavy spaces above.

The ghosts of war are everywhere,
at the veteran's side,
on the veteran's shoulder,
enlisted by breath,
enlisted in death,
broke away with the tide.

And the dead child is quiet,
the Lord lesser resilient,
and the wolves of the dim form in darkness,
the devils depart
for the souls of many,
lost of heart.

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LittleWing's picture

I really like this one, Pen

I'm only halfway through your essay, it's very long!! Mybe you could break it up a little so more will read, most see that wall of writing and it's just too much for a fast paced site like this! Don't be discouraged. I think it's great you are so passionate about writing to make a difference.


If Wars Can Be Started by Lies, They Can Be Stopped By Truth.


for heart.

Father - Husband - Son - Spirit - Consciousness

Our great war...

is to visit the day and the gravestone it rests under...

I will be posting a thread soon asking you all to join me in ending war...somehow, someway.



Father - Husband - Son - Spirit - Consciousness