End of War

In your room we sit and wait
and winter shoulders on and
presses hard against the glass 
 
High clouds racing 
Hard breaking sky 
 
A great mind unstrung 
sounds like limbs 
on frozen trees groaning 
in a winter forest 
 
Robins leaving gardens 
one by one they take 
their cruel songs south 
their bloody smocks home 
 
Explain to your nurses 
how Chamberlain’s men 
disobeying orders 
saluted rebs at Appomattox 
 
How this brought tears to your face
How this proved you still could feel

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