Taps

Looking back
I recall
The Union Jack
And Taps
At nightfall.

Sometimes I desire
The certainty of the camp fire,
That ancient union
Felt in the communion
Of song.

It has long since gone
But memories live on,
Tinged with nostalgia perhaps
For Taps
And the flag that did unite
Both black and white
In the camp fire’s simple light.

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