The 88th once lorded here,
The decks of their white tents
Chunked with mud. And down a ladder back in time,
There is still the sound of fire and death.
The dead rise almost never from their sound hole.
They watch a man in uniform (the Other Side)
March with his saber to the drum.
Later, mothers call the children to their dinner.
The man who played The General, running
While bent over, collects small papers in the wind.
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