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Invisible:Not For Contest

He stands beside this long black granite wall broken lines accentuated reflection recalled names It is here where he realized that intranquility of redemption, even of prayer's forgiveness, he do not own it any more than he owned heaven there being no clearing of one's debts here upon it's mirrored surface. It is here in chiseled silence that he recalled just when and where he met himself for the first time among the scarred remains of the killing-fields where young men grew old far too quickly, far from the banana boats skipping upstream the tributaries of the Mekong Delta. In a rice bowl, horror steamed crop circles of paddy fields jungles tangled within mind's greatest intrinsic fear death. It lay visible near pothered doors where once stood life's vessels - unbroken, now carnage without vestige of honor, standing unhinged, doors singed, crippled with every breath unnerved, reduced now here unspoken to names only this is where murder is not reserved solely for murderers many were faced without honor within this stone their internment. As for others, they returned home invisible ravaged each night a memory of unhinged doors their un-sutured wounds opening without knocking entering without leaving unforgotten fears of cleaving sanctity undeserved here where there is no vetted self-reflection, only sweat and the tremor of dream's recollected and fractured surfaces of soul stilled distilled dying a thousand times a night each night each day unceremoniously hell reduced to living in heavenly reproach.
(April 24 2016) *Not for contest...but post inspired by. *Unceremoniously, 366 blue plastic capsules containing the birthdays that would be chosen in the first Vietnam draft lottery were drawn on December 1, 1969. There were NO winners. I was one among them. The war had been going on for several years before. A black granite memorial wall was built in Washington D.C. to the veterans of the VIET NAM WAR with the names of the fallen engraved upon and was completed in 1982. Other than this...most are still invisible.

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Date: 5/4/2016 7:43:00 PM
J- Sorry it takes me so long to read some of the poems, but I came across this one and it really touched me. I for one, do enjoy this kind of poetry because it comes from the heart and soul and is so deep and emotional. Thanks for sharing this and thank you for your service!
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