And a flag rippled overhead
that sound of crisp sheets shaken
a freshly made bed
this one of red clay
and six feet under,
alone.
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And a flag rippled overhead
that sound of crisp sheets shaken
a freshly made bed
this one of red clay
and six feet under,
alone.
November 18, 2011 at 6:04 pm
I hear a three volley salute; see hard hands folding colored fabric.
November 18, 2011 at 10:27 pm
Thank you, D … In truth he was completely alone, except for me, and a couple of men from the funeral home.