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The Place of Dark Angels |
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"I remember them,
'cupping' cigarettes in their hands
at night,
as they cleaned weapons and prepared themselves
for another day...
Far away!
Lost within the Sunrise...!
... and they were soldiers,
every one.
Young men that carried
all the world
in their eyes.
... and I was twenty five,
... feeling old
and hateful
of a war that kills,
and kills,
and never dies.
It was a war,
long ago,
that remains
in ragged dreams
that scream the cries of battle
into a long night
of silence... waiting for dawn.
I wonder where they are?
How they are.
I left them there
in that place of dark angels
so far from home.
It was a night without end.
It was a war
... called Vietnam |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2003
Listed
December 1, 2009 |
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