SUSAN GOES HOME
Out of Richmod Virginia
At the break of dawn,
On a dusty road
Leading to Appomattox Town,
A nurse on her stallion rode home.
Along the way they passed Southerners
Shot, bloated and dead, debris of battle along with
Banded packs, blood stained bandage’s, dead horses
Bloated and putrid, and overall lay a smell of 70,000
Dead southern military sunbathed men.
Beneath both army’s would be exposed bribes
And graft running like a network of mole tunnels.
Sprung from swift hooves they went thundering by
Leaving dust from the pock-marked road
Rising into the sky.
They crafted a trail as a comet,
Shot from the mouth
Of a thousand cannons.
Rushing for home, faster and faster TheCivilThe The Civil War is finally over.
Karl Wallace
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