Visit to Antietam
We Are All Brothers
by Charles L. Cingolani
I
Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
that darken the sun.
From distant corners I hear
the rhythmic thudding of cannon,
and from fields astir with figures converging
the eery muffled rumbling of drums.
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