Sergeant Miller held the sky

Sergeant Miller held the sky

while my father and I

said goodbye.

 

Trees lay down.

Wolves prowled the ground.

Our words were hard like a hammer.

 

Men will be bled. Men will be gone.

Men will lock hearts in the slammer.

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