ExhaleA Poem by BradleyCivil War inspired poem.This is the prelude to my short story The Letter. Exhale
Ninth column, fifth rank The sky is gray, the earth is cold My breath is white and steady I hear their drums Our brothers have come They crest the hill And enter the field where we will kill The captain issues a command Our bugle sounds We march out, muskets in hand
I see trembling breath From the man on my left Breathe freely my friend It will be better in the end The bugle plays halt
Now I see the enemy's breath Their souls too are fleeing death By nostril and by mouth I exhale and let mine out Ninth column, fifth rank They fire the first volley Souls and smoke bind Is this our folly? Ninth column, fourth rank Our lines return fire Muskets like a choir Roaring lead and smoke Evil spirits they provoke Haunting our ranks Then dissipating at our flanks The enemy fires again
Ninth column, third rank Pain, loneliness, fear, Growling, choking, gurgling Our choir sings again Spirits return seeking more souls But the souls have fled We're all just bodies no better than dead Another incoming volley
Ninth column, second rank The body in front of me kneels I find an upright target And point my musket A hand grabs my leg I look down A man begins to beg Did he not let his soul flee? I kick the hand off of me From the barrel I let death escape To go seek a distant shape But for me death flies And the man in front of me dies Ninth column, first rank The sky is white, the earth is warm Our enemies number few They retreat to fight anew A few stray shots Finish off the lot
I breathe deeply To summon my soul And return me whole
A hand nudges my leg The man is still pleading I kneel and try to stop his bleeding The sky is gray, the earth is cold My breath is white and steady © 2013 BradleyAuthor's Note
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