At the Vietnam War Memorial


Going down. Again.

More and more names.

Anderson, Andrews.


Archer -- took my girlfriend, died

in some dark tunnel, paid

too high a price. My fingers try


to keep track of the names.

Black granite reflects my life,

ghostlike history a haze,


enemies and friends,

like Archer, remembered -- war

out of mind. Some kind of relief.


One final reflection,

life on stone. It's definitely me

I see, don't trust -- or believe.

                             Timothy Pilgrim