“Black
Ice Reflections”
cji
1/26/18
Furiously
dangerous fighting
many left
unburied so soon
fields
of flies cluttering air
thick
the smells of death
black
ice reflections here
memories
horrific found
dreams
no longer reality
centuries
left for moments
cannons
melting from within
bullets
idle on the ground
some
casings some whole
black
ice reflections near
when the
night brings fear
one’s
eyes left to sear
history
no longer clear
thick
the smells of death
fields
of flies cluttering air
all
buried now so late
furiously
remembered fighting!
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