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Blood Brothers
by Stephanie KentThe brass buttons on dark blue chests
beam, and taunt those decorating gray
across the foot-worn fields;
But
Beneath every button beats the same frightened heart,
Beneath every uniform pulses the same frantic blood.
The blood of men and boys, North and South,
mingles on the war-stained ground;
Now they are blood brothers.
Buried
side by side,
row by row,
They are all the same.
Blue or gray no longer matters...
Death is colorblind.
05/29/2004 Posted on 05/29/2004
Copyright © 2026 Stephanie Kent
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/30/04 at 03:41 PM 'Death is colorblind.' This is beautiful. All the dividing lines are created by man which barricades their own evolution.
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| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 06/01/04 at 02:33 AM the form is excellent...written in a way so that the point is clearly stated and hits you right over the head...i love it... |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/09/04 at 02:59 AM Pointed and poignant. Death does indeed level all! One of the ironies of the Civil War. |
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