Solemn they stand in the grass, cold, white orderly. Tombstones at the Soldiers Home National Cemetery.
Would you know anyone there – the graveyard, I mean? I run by it often, yet I never see a living soul among the souls passed.
I have a friend who wants to be buried there, he wants to preserve green space as much as fall in line with his Army.
Me, I try to run by, run fast, and not think too much about that coming day.
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