MEMORIAL DAY AND THE SQUALL
It is squalling
The skies are weeping the
heaviest tears
The people weeping
stone serious
next to the sad flags
dripping all that
sorrow
back into the earth
We are not a war people
tho we say we are
Knowing only Peace
at home
we don't know what to
think, to feel
Until this squall
came out of the very
heavens, drenched with
meaning
Now we chant in our
inner hearts
the names of those who
served
who
died
We do remember all their
names
now
and where they were
World War Two
Korea
Viet Nam
Cambodia
Laos
Afganistan
Iran
Persian Gulf
Kuwait
Iraq
Afganistan - again
and all the Small Places
that never even hit
the evening news
He was deployed
how many times?
She was deployed
how many times?
The Vets in their
electric wheel chairs
wait under the awning
Winter Soldiers
grim with what they do
A dad in uniform
lifts up his child
with his little flag
waving
For Grandpa
For Uncle Joe
For Aunt Sue
For Father Bill
For his brother
Who never came back
to stand in this rain.
to stand in this rain.
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