Vietnam Reflections 14
vietnam reflections 14
postscripts to a Letter
to a Friend Long Dead
i stood by THE WALL...
shrouded gray silent sprawl.
The names of the dead
chiseled there.
i left the medals that
your Mother had saved
and touched the stone
where your name is engraved.
The parapet is strewn
with memories and tears
and flags and heartaches
and heartbreaks and fears
left by so many for so many years...
i sensed you watching me
from your side of the plane
and it took every grain
to mask my reflection
in your cold granite thrall.
i may be here standing but
i am standing to fall.
we are all dead and dying
on both sides of THE WALL.
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