Soldiers in WWIMeandering

Someone said, “Light this candle,”
and we did
and the greens & yellows & oranges & reds
taller than any of us.

With shoulders and teeth clenched
but wallets laid open
we rode the currents
to an airspace no nation
could claim as its own.

When we got there there was the smell
of tropical fruit
and the nervous excitement of the first day of school
with the spectacle of it all
filling the hearts of the dead to capacity
and rendering the hearts of the living inconsequential.


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