Honor Song For James M. Swan

by MELISSA FRY BEASLEY

You think

This

Is civilization

This

Is only

Architecture

Society

Built on lies

Destined to crumble

Falling from sky

Ash like snow

Ailing forces

That twist like tornadoes

The way spirits

Travel in wind

We only fell victim

To our compassion

Went to war

Came home alone

Broken

Weary with loss

But not yet beaten

With no desire

To make you

Feel better

About your tragedies

Melissa Fry Beasley

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