I Am The Last Remnant Of A Great Army Poem by Patti Masterman
I Am The Last Remnant Of A Great Army
I remember scenes as if from some old movie,
Voices calling, as though across a void;
Things forgotten, through the glass most darkly-
As though some giant, with my brain had toyed.
The past lives on in places now quite hidden;
The dying man, whose life through his mind whirled-
Those days come back to haunt, mostly unbidden:
My parts of them, still living in this world.
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