HUNTER'S MOON, GETTYSBURG
I
could have believed anything
that night, on that one-lane
country road, the battlefield
alive with shadows, outlines
of worm fences where X
that night, on that one-lane
country road, the battlefield
alive with shadows, outlines
of worm fences where X
marks the spot, cupolas
of blackened barns, & beyond,
the far slope of Cemetery Hill,
where ghost troops huddled
under the broken moonlight,
& the wind made anguished
sounds with its breath. Yes,
it was still possible for the world
to surprise me, or rather, it was
still possible to surprise myself,
even there, waist-deep
in the
trenches, but crawling
my way out, up along the ravaged
hillside, to where, from a distance,
the carnage looked gorgeous.
my way out, up along the ravaged
hillside, to where, from a distance,
the carnage looked gorgeous.
ABOUT THE POET
Elizabeth Knapp is the author of The Spite House (C&R Press, 2011), winner of the 2010 De Novo Poetry Prize. Her work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in 32 Poems, Beloit Poetry Journal, Kenyon Review Online, The Massachusetts Review, and Quarterly West, among others. She teaches at Hood College in Frederick, MD.
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