Charles J. Ingerson


Bending close
my friend in tears
loss of those
as smoke clears.

Struggles uneventful
unseen like so many
not totally ungrateful
in this land of plenty.

Yet now no longer
breathing stopped
weaker not stronger
a war train hopped.

Then heard the clap
cracking of orders
shrouds now wrap
sisters and brothers.

A bugle calls alone
echoes on the hill
Taps to carry home
weeping eyes fill.

Carefully folded flag
in reverence held
by an emotional sprag
my spirit has fled.

Again the smoke
rifles fired again
bending to stroke
healing to begin.