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Winged Victory

For Remembrance Day/Armistice Day/Veterans Day Moc-Chau, Vietnam The fields are fully green again where only yesterday was shed wild blood of exuberant youth beauteous youth their blood staining the earth still, though unseen now, the stain hidden beneath the fields … Continue reading

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If Poetry Could Raise the Dead

For Remembrance Day/Armistice Day/Veterans Day If poetry could raise the dead the earth would bleed where they had bled to flow back into fallen soldiers  who would rise, young and filled with wonder and they would laugh and smile again … Continue reading

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Green Cathedral

The son of the Allentown butcher will lead the way point man on the sweep today through God’s heavenly green cathedral Verdant canopy reaching to heaven flickering sunlight illuminates mottled parrots red and blue on the moss a mantis waits Her … Continue reading

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On Passing the New Menin Gate

Who will remember, passing through this Gate, the unheroic dead who fed the guns? Who shall absolve the foulness of their fate,- Those doomed, conscripted, unvictorious ones?     Crudely renewed, the Salient holds its own.     Paid are … Continue reading

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The Wall – A Repost

There are 58,272 names listed on that polished black wall. Fifty Eight Thousand Two Hundred Seventy two. The names are arranged in the order in which they were taken from us by date and within each date the names are alphabetized.  … Continue reading

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Winged Victory – for Memorial Day

The fields are fully green again where only yesterday was shed wild blood of exuberant youth beauteous youth their blood staining the earth still, though unseen now, the stain beneath the fields of green flowering gardens. Unseen too the bleeding … Continue reading

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If Poetry Could Raise the Dead

If poetry could raise the dead the earth would bleed where they had bled to flow back into fallen soldiers  who would rise, young and filled with wonder and they would laugh and smile again the millions, shaking dirt from … Continue reading

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Picasso in Kandahar

A Picasso face with one eye a piece of nose a dented skull distorted melted cubism done in red black and blue one hand one and a half limbs. A rearranged montage of her soldier son. His mother turned away … Continue reading

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Peace Comes

Until peace comes we bear the storm; thunder and lightning sturm und drang for blind are each man’s eyes seeing not humanity in the “other”; we stumble and do not understand, nor realize by embedded thought our vision is confined. When … Continue reading

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Casualties Were Few

The casualties were few we’re told while preparing to withdraw Just three last month in Kandahar Your son, my son and a boy from Florida. “Your son, like mine, your eldest boy? Handsome, straight and tall? Mine too, a young … Continue reading

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