they came from the ground
tens of ones scurry to the battlefield
"they are the ghosts of the civil war come alive!"
said the freckled child with the biggest mouth
confederates and democrats doing the death ballet
back and forth, to and fro, cornered at the tip
branches of the wartimeline separate from the route
first blood to lonely survivor in a wink
what was it all for?
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