THE VIETNAM MEMORIAL
It was too high up to touch
.
I would have used a ladder
but with the wanderers so dazed
I was afraid to spread bad luck
.
I would have jumped to pull myself up
but with the ghosts so guarded
I was afraid they’d let me drop
--not being one of them
--it’s in their training
.
I would have climbed on someone’s shoulders
but all the good shoulders were dead
--We called roll for hours
.
I would have read a poem
But my throat was thick with counting
.
I would have fought a war
I would have built a wall
I would have blazed the shields that brought them
.
But that had all been done
And none of it could change a thing