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Old Soldier |
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I left this land
long ago
gathering death
like firewood
my eyes
empty
as I gathered war
into my destiny
hatred into
my soul
I was a mad minute
that lasted for a year
and lived
what cannot be lived.
I sound like death
when I talk.
I am a ghost
walking.
I lived too much
and never returned from
my journey
lost and alone.
How do I understand
my fingers
writing
the pages of the dead? |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2003
Listed
October 6, 2009 |
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Lou served in Vietnam in 3 Corps Vietnam during 1965 - 1966 as a Sergeant E-5.
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