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Silver Ghosts


Welded beads of steel rub our necks,
echoed pats on the back from lost partners.
We should not call them dog tags
Those lost were not owned, but willingly shared.
Instead, they are:
Plaques
for memorials not yet built.
Two cast halves,
of a soldier’s heart.
Twin steel scales,
of fallen camo dragons.


--Elizabeth C., Adult