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

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Winter Poems

ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4
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ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1
80 pages. Paper.
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