She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers...

She floats like a dream
But one must wonder,
Those cries that she holds,
Will they remember her when the war is over?

She floats like a dream,
Before she goes under...
She floats...
She goes...
She holds and knows...

And I am left to wonder.

-A.F. Kindred 10/22/2020

© A.F. Kindred/Brosha the Skrybe