The following poem by Joseph Hugh Kitchens III was inspired by a news that the National Museum of Civil War Medicine had acquired a macabre relic of the battle of Antietam. As is his style, Joseph captures the irony and tragedy that a young man’s life and body have vanished while his arm has survived to become an object of scientific inquiry -and public curiosity.
Epitaph for the Arm of Antietam
I could not see the explosion,
I could not see the musket burst,
I did not hear the bullet,
As it split me for the worse,
I only fell to the ground,
Ignored by any beast or bird or hound,
My only epitaph to be,
No tears, no misery
But science, and history.
Note: the arm is the speaker here.
Nice one, young Joe! And, Dad, thanks for the introduction.
Always good to hear from you. Hope you are evading the virus.