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Monday, Oct. 28, 2013

Sunflower Regiment

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                                    Sunflower Regiment

 

The foursquare hundreds

                                    stand stiffly elbow to elbow,

                                    rattling their muskets to the piping

                                    of the autumn wind.

 

                                    Still wearing the plaid colors

                                    of their troops,

                                    weathered yellow, green and brown,

their identical faces turned upward 

                                    in the same direction,

                                    still following with slavish devotion  

                                    the fascist sun, now gone for good                    

                                    over the summer horizon.

 

                                    They’ve marched too long--

                                    their wide eyes are empty

                                    of the seeds of dreams,

                                    of heroic missions;

they’re caught   

                                    by the advancing season,

                                    their faces sealed by the first frost.  

 

                                    Soon they’ll fall where they stand,

                                    lying down in the fields of forever.

 

 

Mary Lux, a Milwaukee poet and former librarian, has her M.A. in Creative Writing from UWM,  and is a member of the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets. She has published in Free Verse,  the Wisconsin Poets Calendar,  the Milwaukee Zen Center Newsletter, Wisconsin Poets at the Elvehjem  Museum of Art. She won honorable mention in a Lorine Niedecker poem contest, and was the winner of the Donn Goodwin award in this year’s Irish Fest 2013 for a poem about her Irish great-grandmother, an Ashland, Wisconsin pioneer.