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