The Scary Civil War

hand-to-hand combat
with bayonets
in the trenches;
mini-balls to tear
your arms off;
if gut-shot
you died–
a rifle heavy as
a pick ax, a suit of
wool baked in the
Southern sun:
must have been fun
though, riding on the
train roof, camping
beneath stars, taking
whatever you needed
when you needed it;
plus, ripping the guts
out the Secesch.

Wayne F. Burke's poetry has been widely published online and in print (including in Dissident Voice). He is the author of eight published full-length poetry collections -- most recently BLACK SUMMER, 2021, Spartan Press. He lives in Vermont (USA). Read other articles by Wayne F..