As I ran a knuckle across <br />My pappa’s unshaved chin <br />Dark, peppery, rasping <br />Out a praise, dim and faint <br />Calling soldiers to arm <br />“Quick, men, Quick –“ <br />A clutching fades <br />And I tumble into <br />Darkness.<br /><br />Charlotte Ballard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/katy-begs/
