Snow on the Battlefield

Snow on the Battlefield
I landed on a soldier痴 boot, my neighbor on his hat. The soldier said damn, it痴 cold, and by morning he was dead. I remember falling slowly through the great and lonely dark. The sky had cold gray fingers, and it sang a mournful song. Now I hear the same words, on this strange and bloody earth. Now I hear the same words, and it痴 winter all year long. *November 29, 2005* Previous Entry Next Entry Return to Songs and Letters About the Author	Also by William Michaelian POETRY Winter Poems ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4 52 pages. Paper. 覧覧覧覧覧 Another Song I Know ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1 80 pages. Paper. 覧覧覧覧覧 Cosmopsis Books San Francisco Signed copies available Main Page Author痴 Note Background Notebook A Listening Thing Among the Living No Time to Cut My Hair One Hand Clapping Songs and Letters Collected Poems Early Short Stories Armenian Translations Cosmopsis Print Editions Interviews News and Reviews Highly Recommended Let痴 Eat Favorite Books & Authors Useless Information Conversation E-mail & Parting Thoughts Flippantly Answered Questions
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