Fallen by Raymond A. Foss
Standing in the cold with those who knew you more those I know who wear the badge who fight the fight you fought being there for all of us in the streets, out in the darker places the trying places in our land our city, our neighborhoods
Knowing where you fell, how close to home how near we all are to chaos how separate we let ourselves be when we are still so connected
Seeing you, your flag the fallen one echoes of your life
Watching your comrades, your brethren the thin blue line, stretching down the street past the station in front of me, row on row of men and women on and on they came to pay respect, tribute, honor
Those who risk all for us each day, each shift, each step on the beat, into the breach dark places where we would not go
October 21, 2006 16:11
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