[Hal's A/N: This poem is called: Dead Silence- Clara Barton Looking at Andersonville Prison. It is based off of Ann Rinaldi's Numbering All the Bones. I do not own anything but my poem, and my other fanfics, etc. I do not get paid, which REALLY sucks. This was made for my LA class, but I decided to put it here. Reviews very welcome. Enjoy!]
Headstones sticking out of the dirt
Spirits of the dead resting
How could there be so much death in one place?
Names and dates carved in stone
Bodies lay below the earth
Why did there have to be war?
Shebangs like little communities in their clusters
A musty smell in the air
The wind slightly blowing; the trees swaying
Little bits of sunshine through the darkness
Clouds hanging over in dread
These people didn't deserve this bitter end.
The Negroes doing their work and having fun
We've done our job
The best we could do.
We will leave this place to be
And deadly silent it will remain.