Battlefield

A red flag on a battlefield,
A team of horses standing by;
A century, or maybe two,
And nobody remembers why —

For days of moments fall like leaves,
Lost soldier boys and retail stores,
While empty carts line parking lots
Like those that we roll back

From wars

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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