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Screaming Horses

Screaming Horses

Tags: war, memories

Galloping hooves

a sister poem to go with my previous story The Square.

Battle joined.


Smoke and grape.

Galloping horses.

Pride of France.


Wave upon wave.

Silver blinding.

They rode.

Crasing upon

Red sticks waiting in the sun.


Flashing steel.

Rattle of musketry.

Friends and foes.


In deaths throes.


As I wrote this.

The sounds.

The images.

Screaming horses.

Haunt me.


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