Requiem for the other David

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I am his
Namesake, an
Unknown uncle
This other David
He had
Long gone
By the time
I arrived
His life
Compacted
To a phrase
Died of war wounds
And I
Wonder
Who he was
This man
Committed
To oblivion
No grainy
Black and white
To give his
Features visage

His presence,

Forgotten
But for
Four words
Died of war wounds
I wonder
What were his wounds
What was his war
Did he have time
To love
His spectral
Haunting presence
Restless, in his
Obscurity
A man,
An uncle
A name
Nearly forgotten
Nearly,
But not forgotten
Saved by words
Just four
And we,
Live
Linked by
Our names
And the other
Man, we shared
Your brother
My father

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