In the Fourth Decade Postbellum
one
I wore the uniform, proudly.
Don’t really like war, peace
being so much better for all,
but they attacked us, they
had no intention of stopping.
You can’t just lie down and die.
two
I did terrible things. Terrible.
No surprise, and no complaining,
if I pass straight from Life to Hell.
My only defense is wondering:
When the choices are do or die
isn’t the whole thing a mortal sin?
three
Close to forty years have gone,
and my uniform still fits comfortable.
That doesn’t surprise me at all,
given how I work as hard as ever.
You asked me why I keep it around.
Why not? I still have the nightmares.
four
You flatter me. These aren’t my girls.
They’re my son’s, my pride and joy,
the future I likely won’t live to see.
I pray it will be a good one for them.
I’ve tried to be a good man, to live
the Sermon on the Mount each day
and to every living soul I meet,
an example for those who recall me.
I’m a Christian man, I believe in God,
but I know each other is all we have
to come through the trials we’ll face
down all the years, down the long path.
(after the circa 1900 photograph “Unidentified African American Civil War veteran in Grand Army of the Republic uniform with two children,” attributed to “Goodman and Springer, Mt. Pleasant, Pa,” from the Library of Congress collection at https://www.loc.gov/item/2018652209/)