Did you feel Gettysburg?

Transpiring surprise,

neither anticipated a fight.

Awakened July,

ought,

like Eden's blue-sky calm,

breathe sunshine.

But,

more bitter than war,

are bullets between brothers.

Insufferable sword;

the grudge against neighbor.

Church steeple's lookout,

barrel for barrel,

round for round.

Morning lapsed,

midday's exchange

broke through the town.

Our mothers bore witness,

victims to the the sound.

I took the offense;

you claimed the high ground.

More bitter than war,

are bullets between brothers.

Insufferable sword;

the grudge against neighbor.

Did you feel July Third?

We were Cemetery Ridge.

Did you feel Gettysburg?

We are Cemetery Ridge.

The settled smoke's remorse; unveils

the riderless horse.

The field's scattered dead;

oh the livings' regret.

Did you feel July Third?

We were Cemetery Ridge.

Did you feel Gettysburg?

We are Cemetery Ridge.