The Devil's Den in July 1863
Gettysburg Pennsylvania

We. Charged the the gully
and the stand of. Sharpshot stung from hives unseen
Our lives in limbo.  Souls akimbo.
         The bluff.
         The saber
The roar.
Sure as. Night comes day.
Our spirits drift away
and floats above the fray.



Life is cheap here.
The price.
We will pay.

The little round top

Consecrated in guts and bone.
I'm left to die alone on
The bluff. A ragged boyonet
Now drags me away slow.

    So away I must go
    Blow taps and write me a letter home.
    Mother please don't cry for me.
    My brothers here with me
    Send regards.

    The round top hill
    Is very still and peacefull
    Eternal rest is assureed.

    Never again.