On a mountaintop
Rivulet of red
Cold hard stone
Sharp smell of cordite
Glint of moon on bone
Eerie quiet
Uncaring sky
Unseeing eyes pleading
Not knowing why
Unmailed letter
Unneeded pen
Words from memory
Read over and over again
Shadow shrinking from daylight
Warm rays flood the ground
Birds sing sweetly… indifferently…
No one hears their sound
poem by David Whalen
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