Charles J. Ingerson


Carefully in strips
laid side-by-side
heard only rips
hushed cries abide.

Each knew the cost
each carefully went
a mind’s virtue lost
into hell’s field sent.

None turned away
none relief asked
none able to stray
none in sun basked.

Ripping skirts today
Antietam’s utter lust
Gettysburg’s decay
a sword’s ugly thrust.

Bandages needed bad
nurse’s doing their part
healing wound’s so sad
giving with a full heart.