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In the Shade |
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I’ve wandered in this empty hole
for forty days approaching years,
fresh, smoldering, shattered bones
evoking more hot unbidden tears.
Each time I gaze into the pit
where once our towers stood,
shading folk who strolled below,
I may linger longer than I should.
Growing angry, my fingers splayed,
I reach for throats I cannot squeeze,
search still for answers in the dust,
face upturned to catch the breeze.
Looking… listening… for some sign,
I’d spy a leg, a hand, dry blood, a head
as skies above, no longer silent, roared,
as soaring Air Force One drowned out the dead.
Their collective graves, I fear, will bear no stone
to recall where they are scattered now…
in the cool shade of a big steel cross
soothing to these ashes on my brow. |
By Nancy L. Meek
Copyright 2006
Listed March 14, 2010 |
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About Author... Nancy is the proud wife of William “Billy” J. Meek, a Vietnam War
Veteran, who served with the 1st Cavalry Airmobile Division, 11th Aviation
Group, 228th Battalion, Co. B.
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