| Ode to the Confederate Dead |  |
| Thursday, 04 September 2008 | |||
| Row after row with strict impunity The headstones yield their names to the element, The wind whirs without recollection; In the riven troughs the splayed leaves Pile up, of nature the casual sacrament To the seasonal eternity of death; Then driven by the fierce scrutiny Of heaven to their election in the vast breath, They sough the rumour of mortality...
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