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Memorial

One man stares at stone,
Polished until he sees,
Reflections behind the names,
Of comrades lost at sea:

Air Force, Army,
Navy Seal,
The blood of war,
Is all that’s real:

One man stares at
Stone stares back,
Holding emotion
That faces lack.

The names they gleam;
The faces they stream;
Jungle sweat in the morning,
On rotted green leaves,
He grieves.



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