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Nights at Home |
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Many
are the nights
beside dim lights
past midnight
at home
Memory
lies awake
staring into darkness
and long ago
Perhaps we live
my Brother
so that they
may remain
... and never
ever
die
Poetry smells of gunpowder
in my dreams
I call out
as faces
flash across the night
names
... always the names
carved upon black granite
The cold wind of autumn
... blurs my vision
of brothers lost...
to history. |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2003
Listed September 30, 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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