Soldier’s Last Rites

* I wrote this imagist poem in about five minutes in American Lit class, and then expanded on it in prose. 

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Stand at attention

Watch him descend

A folded flag

And a legacy of honor

Six men

One coffin

One childless mother

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Mary Wilson watched in shock and grief as Liam’s body was lowered into the cold, unforgiving ground. She was too numb for tears, but the sky wept for her, and the roar of thunder echoed the anger in her heart. Mr. Charles Wilson stood beside her. He grieved, but also admired his son’s courage and kindness. The Wilson’s had no other children, only each other-a terrifying prospect. 

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