Memorial Ceremonies
I meant to call the boys, collect,
Long distance, down under even,
Have us holler loud in force,
Young or dead, out for Rafah:
Stop barfing bombs at Neighbors!
Start loving others, as the Chosen,
One,
in life and death,
my brothers. Sisters.
And I lost my nerve,
at such a base sentiment
hand on its pacemaker,
beneath the old Standard.
I died, a yellow heart, at
The Battle of the Vulnerable.
2024 MAY 28
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