This is a non-fiction poem I wrote after a civil war reenactment battle. Enjoy! *Harsh critiques are fine, and warmly welcomed.*
The cannons roar.
I want to join the fight, but I can't. I'm already dead.
Who knows how much time has passed?
Who is left?
I can't look. I'm already dead
The Rebs advance.
My regiment is rapidly losing numbers.
I want to rescue them, but I can't. I'm already dead.
All I can do is wait for the resurrect call.
All I can do is wonder.
I can't move. I'm already dead
The resurrect call comes.
I can move. I'm no longer dead.
Who knows how many soldiers died- for real?
Who knows how many didn't have a revival call, or could use one?
I can't say. I'm no longer among the dead
