My father served in the army during World War II. One of my mother's first cousins, John Koziski, was killed in that war. A number of my friends served in the Vietnam War. Two did not return home. I'm
posting a poem by Yusef Komunyakaa in honor of them and all of our veterans who have served our
country during wartime.
By Yusef Komunyakaa
My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night
slanted against morning. I turn
this way—the stone lets me go.
I turn that way—I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a differenceVietnam Veterans Memorial Located in Washington D.C., the Memorial is roughly 500 feet wide, and the names of soldiers who died in Vietnam are etched on its black granite walls. For more information and photos, visit The Wall-USA.
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Dani has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Doing the Work that Matters.