I haven’t seen it (yet),
But I survived it
Along
with hundreds of thousands more
Who
left no small part of a poor man’s soul
Lost
and confused in a “no-man’s” war.
Fifty-eight thousand two two zero
Carved
on a wall of shimmering black.
FIVE-EIGHT-COMMA-TWO-TWO-ZERO
Brilliant
brave souls who didn’t come back.
And
tens upon tens upon thousands more
Who
came back unwhole in body, in-kind,
To
be spat on, cursed and ridiculed by
A
nation that seemed to be out of its mind.
But
the wall stands tall and long and proud,
The
message loud, the statement clear;
That
these represent the best of the best
Who
gave everything without question or fear.
So,
we view them with pride
--With their brothers-in-arms –
When
we pause to reflect and recall.
And
should we forget what true honor is worth
We
need only stand close to the wall.
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