Fort Frank Brooke

I LAY JUST INSIDE THE PICKETT LINE

SUPINE

EYES UPON STARRY SKIES

FOG EMITTING FROM MY MOUTH

WITH EACH BREATH OF WINTRY DEW

FROST FALLS ABOUT ME HERE

AND CLOAKS THE GROUND

AROUND AND FIRE LIGHTS

FLICKER FROM FALLEN PINES

INLINE DANCING FLAMES

REACH INTO THE COLD

NIGHT AS I WAIT TO

FIGHT ANOTHER DAY

HERE IN THIS FORGOTTEN LAND

OF SAND AND SWAMP AND PALMS

ALMS FROM THE NORTH

EACH OF US WHO LAY

AMONG THESE SANDY HILLS

CHILLS RUNNING THROUGH

THIS MORTAL SOUL

SAVAGE BANDS FROM THIS

LAND ROAM

OVER TRAILS LONG KNOWN

TO THEIR KIND

HERE WE MUST REPINE

FOR THAT TIME

TILL ALL IS WELL

AND SAVAGE FOE

HAS LET GO

OF HIS EARTHLY BOSOM

SEVERED FROM THE WOMB

AND CAST ON A

FOREIGN SOIL