21 Gun Salute

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21 Gun Salute

The Lord Baltimore orioles
Skip on cherry blossomed vines,

The orange and crimson
Wildfires
Drip in violence from her eyes,

The shouts rang out like rocket hearts
That burst
With grateful cries,

The somber, joyous marching home,
The ritual, the celebration,
The duty, the heavy thicknesses,
The flies,

A myriad white pills of triumph
Swallowed endlessly by skies,

I saw you walk with GOD there –
Nothing seemed more wise,

I sing you
In a 21 gun salute
As there’s nothing left to give now,
But canons bursting memory
In sadly precise lines.

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