(untitled Found Poem)

The moon fell

on his silver hair and beard.

Behold the repose of his soul, and there

shall be no safeguard.

Time has swayed, and the flower

of his youth has been lost.

They were two youthful cavaliers

of uncommon valor.

His will and its provisions –

His morals and religion –

Testimony – for their city

to hold out her arms

longer.


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