Arlington Cemetary Blues - Poem by ronald stroman
the Army buried that young man
in little bits & pieces,
what was left of him…
that he'd never touch
or knew he had won
these…they gave to his crying Mother.
the folded Red, White & Blue:
they handed to his grieving Father.
the way the Military figured it out:
the Army's job was done.
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