For P.J. Catherwood, MIA, July 21, 1918 A universe sinks into the hills,a vacuum of sunlight spreads like hair.Words form in mouths and suspendin mist. Trees shiver beyond the stonewalls where empty worlds are loud as thunder.            What years these,a decade ending with a paper savior ablaze? The sky’s flak crawls like clouds across the countryside.A rain falls and dry earth swallows the dimples left there. Continue reading Aisne-Marne American Cemetery/Cimetière Américain, Belleau, France by Michael Catherwood