Shiloh Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Shiloh

Shooting my classmate's brother
(that war within a war)
I sat next to him at The Point
still targeting him sure
More than blood will flow this day
memory also dies
As honor sells its soul in vain
— each headstone marks the lie

(Maryville Tennessee: March,1999)

Monday, March 18, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: brother,memory,war
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