Jim Northrup

Didja ever hear a sound,
smell something,
taste something,
that brought you back
to Vietnam, instantly?
Didja ever wonder
when it would end?
It ended for my brother
he died in the war
but didn't fall
down for fifteen tortured years
His flashbacks are over,
another casualty whose name
will never be on the Wall
some can only find peace
in death
The sound of his family
crying hurt
The smell of the flowers
didn't comfort us
The taste in my mouth
still sours me
How about a memorial
for those who made it
through the war
but still died
before their time?

© 1993 Jim Northrup.

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