The Fallen’s Procession

Color splash on chain link fence

Lightening effects of blue and red

Tears of volunteers and careers

Moist mustaches and hearts of the unacquainted

Hands held to brows and hearts as sentinels in the still dry heat

Cars pulled over to allow the train of servicemen to drive forward

The black box in the middle of the guard; drones take video and picture overhead

Even now the digital eye is of the beholder but the truly penitent

Use the natural eye to watch and glean the few seconds drive under the overpass

A Swan in the distance moves her wings

Her height is indescribable: the perfect metaphor

But the Eagle’s spirit soars past his Swan and into the Heavens

For a hero died and was laid to rest and the nation sang praise and grace

For he died in another state away from his home