They march again to war,
Sniffling, shuffling, voices muffled,
Through dawn's uncertain door
Youth and man, rich and poor,
Through campfires' smothered smokes
They march again to war,
From college, farm and store
They carry loaded muskets
Through dawn's uncertain door
Damp drums tapping, four by four,
Meadow mists like ghosts ahead,
They march again to war
Black cannon mouths, fresh gore,
Shattered limbs and death await
Through dawn's uncertain door
Flags yet furled
And bayonets sheathed,
They march again to war
Through dawn's uncertain door
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Robert Walton is a retired middle school teacher, rock climber and mountaineer with ascents in Yosemite and Pinnacles National Park. He is an experienced writer. His novel Dawn Drums won the 2014 New Mexico Book Awards Tony Hillerman Prize for best fiction. His novella “Vienna Station” won the Galaxy contest in 2011. Most recently, his story “Stradivari Broomstick” was accepted for Alternative Liberties II, an upcoming anthology of protest literature.
