Uncivil Hours

By Gregg Glory and Gregg G Brown

FROM THE INTRO Long I've plotted an epic poem, a poem to stand in relation to my native country as those broad stripes stand in relation to our flag. The subject would have to be the Civil War, of course; it was then, as since no time since the Revolution, that the country grew articulate in self-definition. Lincoln was the poet we elected president. The Civil War generation was the most letter-writing cohort of warriors America has ever produced. Brother fought brother, fathers took up arms against their sons, and slaves escaped to return fire at their former masters--and then forgive them when they stood in post-war relation to each other as citizens. UNCIVIL HOURS What tragedy befell us in those days Is not mine alone to toll, to tell-- A thousand voices, a million all Wailing in abominable chorus could not Convey the terror, anxiety and waste Of those dead days. Whatever one man can carry Out of Hell, I'll carry to tell you. What words cannot do, let bones Knitted by raw time at the breaks Display in mute witness. Assemble! Ghosts of a time not yet made witless, Armies whose worn shoulders show As increasing mist, gather without regard To blue or grey, and let your old voices Roll coldly now that once had the hot Imprint of youth.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1093481412
• ISBN13: 9781093481419
• Release Date: April 2019
• Publisher: Independently published
• Length: 136 Pages
• Weight: 0.45 lbs.
• Dimensions: 7.8" x 0.3" x 5.1"