49 years since the Tet offensive
And the murders of King and Kennedy.
The Ken Burns documentary
Reopens old wounds.
For anti-war activists, veterans
And the many who became both
The conflict was brutal and absurd.
How could our “leaders” so mislead?
Dishonestly seeking political and moral cover
While sending 57,000 American boys to die.
Killing hundreds of thousands of Vietnamese.
I’ve been to Vietnam.
Not then, but a few years ago.
I had to see first-hand people
Who defied the calculation that the infliction of pain
From airplanes and helicopters
Will bring surrender.
On camera they express a quiet pride in their victory,
Pain at their fallen comrades and ravaged land.
Some sympathy for the American boys who died.
And an acceptance that does not diminish
Their embrace of what they accomplished
3 thoughts on “Vietnam”
Poignant, Harry. Thanks…
This may be your best poem yet. I guess it is like fly fishing. You keep at it and you get good at it.
Thanks so much Caroline. It’s funny — the fly fishing and the poetry coincided .