Brother,
the war came.
I sat mute
and afraid,
and our mother
cried every day.

Then,
that hell was over.
You came home,
a beautiful stranger
filled with somber
mystery.

In the darkness
you remembered
how the Germans
shot Edward:
one bullet through the head
killing his mind.

As the days went by
the silence simmered
all around us,
and you often laughed
at unexpected
times. 

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