1607.

If one were lent to
believe in ghosts, such armies
must still be marching.

1606.

A riveting view
of change and decimation
held up by windows.

1605.

Books and videos
wrapped in the tide of bodies
split by civil war.

1604.

The past is holding
me hostage. Stuck in a time
I will never grasp.

1603.

A wonder to the
point of truth when the world is
cast to opinion.

1602.

History's heroes
built on fiction more than fact.
Revision plenty.

1601.

Comfort supplanted
by the constant need for more.
A devouring.