Nov19

When we met upon that battlegroundThe air was thick with the misty spiritsOf warriors lurking behind the masksOf their granite memorials.Hiding in the gaps between edgewise glimpses,Shimmering in the corners of eyes as they climbLong gone steps, they rerun the routine, affixingTheir bayonets and war faces, ready for confrontation.The snarling curl of their lipsDistorts them…