Poetry: Committal at Great Lakes National Cemetery
By Grayce Scholt Jun 2009
A fierce wind off the lake whips
trouser legs so tightly
we see outlines
of the guardsmen's thighs,
their firm-set jaws
their fixed eyes;
we see the shuddering flag
they clutch in white-gloved hands
as it demands its space
in this rough air,
this place,
and yet, they hold,
they hold,
and they un-fold
and fold again
the flag
so tight
till all triangles
of this soldier's life
are whole;
till trumpet taps
the final sound:
"the day is done,
the sun is gone."
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Poet Grayce Scholt is a retired Mott Community College English professor who has lived in the East Village since the 1950s. Her recently published book of poems, Bang! Go All the Porch Swings, is available from Amazon and Books-a-Million (online) and from Barnes and Noble (on order). Along with poetry, she wrote art reviews for the Flint Journal.
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