The sky will never hold more
Than all the paths of soldiers’ unreturning,
Laid out the length of undone goodbyes.
Their eyes that sleep on the wind,
Palace of last breath,
And the rain that falls, expectant of windows,
And those left within to live without eyes.
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC
The sky will never hold more
Than all the paths of soldiers’ unreturning,
Laid out the length of undone goodbyes.
Their eyes that sleep on the wind,
Palace of last breath,
And the rain that falls, expectant of windows,
And those left within to live without eyes.
In honor of Memorial Day, D-Day, and far too many more.
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