Howie
Good
Excerpted
from “Fire & Sword”:
2
Fort Henry
General Grant stands knee-deep in blue grass.
There's a haze between him and the rest of the world.
You're right if you think you are, he tells his staff,
who entertain one another with shadow puppets
that otherwise reside in the crevices of nightmares.
4
Shiloh (Day 2)
In the sudden start,
first light lost its hat.
No one stopped
to pick it up,
the sun like a pond
turning red
from the blood
of the men killed
and wounded
around it.
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