My book’s protagonist, Arthur Kendall Everly, fearful of the growing sentiments of war, trembles has he witnesses the hate and fury taking seed in the hearts of his students, young children (the poem I posted yesterday). Here’s he turns he mind toward his father, a devout supporter of war.
19th Century Library
Father
April 10, 1861
I see you. Your pipe firmly
pinched between your lips;
its smoke fills your study
with sweet aromas: a nutty
richness laced with an unknown sugar:
apple? citrus? Your books
absorb this fragrance. As a child,
I inhaled deeply the aroma of their
soft pages. I see you –
your thoughts rise as thick
as your pipe’s smoke. You want
this war. You want to stifle the cries
of independence rising
from the South. Let them rise,
dear father. The Lord will slay
those who step against us
or blanket them with the independence
they desire. Only God can corral
the thunder of a nation’s heart.
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