Though few were sailors. Most instead
were spawn of serfs
Belonging to the land, their bread
wrested from earth.

So house to house, and room to room
they fought, as though
Defending something every groom
and horseman knows –

That promontory where you stand
and look with pride
Out far across your native land.
For that they died.

Jared Carter's most recent book, Darkened Rooms of Summer: New and Selected Poems, is from the University of Nebraska Press. He lives in Indiana. Read other articles by Jared.