Mosby, the Morgan Farm

The local hero, a war criminal,
but oh so dashing with that hat and plume
all the maidens wanted to have a dance.

The enemy had numbers but while they slept
he and his men rode the scenic byways
to take them in ambush with fierce elan.

Captives if fortunate went to death camps
where at least they had a chance. Others
knelt patiently for the final bullet,

the sound of their comrade’s exploding skulls
leaving them anxious for this last mercy.
But oh how his boots shone and his smile beamed

as the boys looted the corpses’ pockets
of clasp knives and watches and ambrotypes
of maidens at home awaiting their beaux.

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M.A. Schaffner

M.A. Schaffner

M. A. Schaffner has had poems published in Shenandoah, Prairie Schooner, Agni, and elsewhere — most recently in Hermes, Modern Poetry Review, and Pennsylvania Review. Long-ago-published books include the poetry collection The Good Opinion of Squirrels and the novel War Boys. Schaffner spends most days in Arlington, Virginia juggling a Toshiba laptop and a Gillott 404.
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