The Face

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The Face

The face stares at me
never blinking
never moving
never stirring
the face does not know that I am here
or that the neighborhood around him is falling down
he doesn’t’ t see his house going to filth
he only waits
and watches
wondering

Why?
Why?

Why?
Hasn’t my son come back from ‘Nam?

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