The Redemption of Gunpowder

Same flares gave light to summer soldiers

Hopeless brothers, sons, and friends

Lit skulls and sharp wire, countless fields

Last sights for shell-shocked, gored young men


Same flares give light to rooftop youth

Young men on dunes and dancing piers

High paper shells scream in July night

Through burning hues come hope, not fear


A guard of future, forgotten youth

Our summer crowd could hardly seem

But from one sword a plowshare’s made

Powder by beauty’s been redeemed

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James Walpole

James Walpole is a writer, startup marketer, and perpetual apprentice. You're reading his blog right now, and he really appreciates it. Don't let it go to his head, though.

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