Walter Preston

Brothers I

Brothers,
we fought
so hard
against
that sleep,
that great
sleep that
seduced
us all
and left
only
one of
three to
tell the
long tale,
to sing
that sad-
heart song.
Brothers,
I tear
my shirt
from the
force of
grieving
and lie
awake
with the
pictures
of your
faces
and the
ending
that came
too soon
to your
young names.