the night before martin luther king
was gunned down in memphis
he came screaming
out of a dream.

the instant outside roanoke
that his plane smacked a mountain
was the first time since holtzwihr
that audie murphy wasn’t afraid.

audie and martin met in heaven and
walked Paradise apart
from listening angels,
the ears of God.

what they whispered
to each other
was not put down
into the book of ages…

they swapped medals,
and their laughter echoed
through heaven and earth,
to hell and back.

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