How did you die?
Working, bleeding,
starving, alone?
Did you die in your heart first?
Did you dream of gold?
Was there time to race the children
to believing
lies of happiness?
How did you die?
Was it in the fields under stars singing you home?
Were you loved?
Were there other’s eyes who saw your fear
decorated in uniform
among the religious
in the heat?
Did you fall into bloody mud
under blue skies
where birds flew by
and you’ve never been
so jealous of wings?
Was the fight gone from your soul?
How did you die?
Did you see regret in murderous faces?
Did you know you’d be mourned
by millions of strangers?
How many witnesses to the end?
How many
How many
I hear you rise when the rain comes
in forms of talking teeth
walking bones
weeping clothing
to roll our thoughts
to touch our foreheads
to plea for something more
How did you die?
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