Gettysburg

This grey old battlefield is so lonely.
It's thoughtful atmosphere refines with time
And ages in random eternity.
Not all that long ago Lee's double time

Drove his troops to battle some sixty miles
Ahead of him. July heat collected
On Gettysburg. Five wide, the single line
Of Union Blue, unsure, but connected,
Stretched like an artery from Baltimore.

Two blind armies collided at this town,
And bled their blood on rocks all piled for war.
After three days of all this, dusk came down.

Within these strategies of rolling dice
Imagine, if you can, you as one life