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Oh Valley of Death, Oh Valley of Death,

at the moment of truth I have forsaken you.
You, like total warfare or the
swath of Sherman’s march.

William Tecumseh Sherman,
some have called a tragic figure,
was a failure in life before ending the war.

Why did I not run to you,
charging madly like the six hundred,
Oh Valley of Death,
when what I need is an empty cup?

What can grow in your path,
Oh Valley of Death?
I have planted a seed of love.
And I’m waiting for the rains to come.