Civilians

The battles come and go
the war comes and goes
the soldiers come and go
on stretchers with tagged toes.

When skies are deaf
to senseless guns and bombs
only civilians are left
with names on gravestones.

Here is the grandfather
who built the mill
here is the father
only a coward would kill.

And the names of the women
the desperate and the patient
who protected the children
in the dark basement.

This valley and the people in it
will outlive any bloody minute.

The generals rape history
while ordering wine
the civilians need storytellers
to nourish the vine.

The battles come and go
the war comes and goes
the soldiers come and go
on stretchers with tagged toes.

This valley and the people in it
will outlive any bloody minute.

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