rebels

Looking out 

over a field of wild flowers and tall grass

the cicadas fill the air with the sounds from their timbals 

the very siren song that led me here

i can feel 

the centuries of death below

the blood spilled where the dandelions grow

2 sons 

2 shots

pride filled ghost refusing to transcend

still believe they can lend a helping hand

seized with an impotent anger

searching for their fallen flags