Death In Bloom
It was the 3rd day of the battle,
and thousands lay dying or dead
Lining the edge of the smoke and chaos,
the roses and daisies were spread
The screams in the night were ungodly,
sounds of cannon fire ruling the day
With blue and grey bleeding side by side
—the flowers in joyous array
(Gettysburg Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
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