May 27th, 2012
Shiloh: A Requiem
by Herman Melville
Skimming lightly, wheeling still,
The swallows fly low
Over the field in clouded days,
The forest-field of Shiloh--
Over the field where April rain
Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain
Through the pause of night
That followed the Sunday fight
Around the church of Shiloh--
The church so lone, the log-built one,
That echoed to many a parting groan
And natural prayer
Of dying foemen mingled there--
Foemen at morn, but friends at eve--
Fame or country least their care:
(What like a bullet can undeceive!)
But now they lie low,
While over them the swallows skim,
And all is hushed at Shiloh.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
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And now the Radical Republicans are back with their hate-filled agenda sowing discord ... I truly fear we will reap the whirlwind sooner than later...
ReplyDeleteNo more Shilohs. No more fodder. We cannot allow imperial misadventures to further erode our fiber as a nation.
ReplyDeleteNo war outside of an existential threat or the prevention of genocide. Period.