Reprinted features
look down from posters
on souvenir stalls.
Even your name relinquished.
No way of knowing
whether you died
defiant or cowering
behind bullet-pocked
ghost town walls.
Whether your children wake
and cannot shake the feeling
they are forever on the run.
Published in The Cannon's Mouth
Mon, 2022-03-07 12:15
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Dear Poeter, The best poem. Determines the canons of life in the sentences of the senses. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations