Johnny Came Marching Home

Alexandra Morgan
Johnny came marching home, dragging his dead behind him.

He never forgave himself for deserting, leaving his bullets to the charred remains.

Kneeling at their boots, face turned up, the branded "D" that once burned, pussed, and bled on his cheek now gleamed beneath his eyes begging foregiveness.

"Foregiveness," he pleaded to the long dead infantrymen.

"Foregiveness," he cried as he rose, marching home, his dead following close behind.

Johnny came home to his wife and baby girl knowing that though long since buried, each man was still alive in his head. He drank and cried of the horrors in the Wilderness, of fighting the good fight.

"My father, my grandfather, my brother" he'd cry.

"We know" wife and baby girl would reassure.

Blinded by the bond of blood, wife and baby girl saw Johnny as a quick footed leader at the fore of legions of men.

Johnny knew better.

And as the bootheels closed in behind him, he turned his branded cheek to the wind and fled, praying for one more year, always one more year, as the ground began to move and settle, making way for Johnny's return home.

Published by Alexandra Morgan

Alexandra Morgan has had a long-standing love affair with the fashion world. She has 4 years experience in fashion writing, has books full of sketches laying around, and has been known to daydream about open...  View profile

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  • Stefan Montez10/22/2009

    your good.

  • Cathy A Montville1/21/2009

    Fabulous and interesting imagry!

  • Susan Anderson1/17/2009

    interesting...

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