Paid for War

Standing where he sat
an hour before
Finally, I could see

I gazed upon him
to find a missing leg
and no foot on the other

Homage paid to his cup
evoked a sound respect
Above him
the horns were mute;
Only a drum could play this tune

Most passed by
and didn't see --
His short time,
his turn,
Under the golden trumpets.

Copyright ©2001 -- CL Pridemore

Christmastime - formerly Marshall Fields Chicago, IL
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