MUSED Literary Magazine.
Poetry

In Arlington

Craig W. Steele

In Arlington, beneath sod, green,
íneath ordered stones of pallid sheen,
brave soldiers rest from gallant deeds
like fallen leaves that no one heeds.
Their sacrifice, what might it mean?

Those left behind marooned between
abiding pride, grief unforeseen
for loved ones lost: each mourner bleeds
in Arlington.

Itís time we living intervene:
embrace whatís right, resist routine
destructive greed, all hate-filled creeds
till strife recedes and peace succeeds;
thus grant them ease to sleep serene
in Arlington.