The Last Setting Sun

He defeated his family…

this battle was won

 

The war still in doubt,

a General shunned

 

The casualties lingered,

 fatalities mount

 

Old reasons to fester,

in spite of the count

 

His Grandmother’s death,

the last coup de gras

 

The love of his life,

he held her till gone

 

But after her funeral,

his troops on the run

 

Tents folded and burned

—the last setting sun

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

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