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Death of War written by junior Benjamin Bentz

She walks out in a blue field,

Grass growing heavy, uneven,

Frost still in the ground.

A pale willow tree shivers in the wind

That once shielded light,

around a pale bride

And groom.

She sees through the thick reality

Back to

Cellos and violins singing,

As long anxious wheels pull the carriage

Forward to a tall, white home.

The meadow full of children.

The sky a soft blue.

Dust races a black car

Rolling on their dirt road.

He came home from war,

Along with war,

But now has

No more.

He made his own peace.

With truth’s eyes,

She sees the tall stone under the willow,

Now with dark bark,

Rough and sexual.

She falls,

No more.

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