What if I didn’t shoot the old lady
running away from our patrol,
or the old man in the back of the head,
or the boy in the marketplace?
Or what if the boy—but he didn’t
have a grenade, and the woman in Hue
didn’t lie in the rain in a mortar pit
with seven Marines just for food,
Gaffney didn’t get hit in the knee,
Ames didn’t die in the river, Ski
didn’t die in a medevac chopper
between Con Thien and Da Nang.
....
....
What if none of it happened the way I said?
Would it all be a lie?
Would the wreckage be suddenly beautiful?
Would the dead rise up and walk?
from Beautiful Wreckage by W.D. Ehrhart


Salon.com
Comments
and these angels' voices are they mournful or do glad voices rise above the stench of death and hate?
I do not know
The beginning of the second stanza is very powerful for me - and the end, of course.
I wish the month had been longer or I'd begun my poem sharing project earlier - although the month would still have been not long enough. I recommend W.D. Ehrhard's website - he's made some wonderful poems available there.
He practices quiet to survive.
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Lady Borton is a great read.
She was in Vietnam in war.
She was a Peace volunteer.
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She speaks Vietnamese fluently.
She worked with The Quakers.
and,
The Fellowship Of Reconciliation.
Lady Borton also write for a child.
She writes illustrated child books.
I could say more. Thanks for this.
If you wish to learn about a war`
Listen to those who were shot.
Why point a rifle at another?
You think politicos are sick?
They shoot as if to eat you?
No endorse bloody murder!
No hunt and shoot humans!
Eat Pizza Pie. Sips ketchup!
Steal salt/pepper. Shake ...
Woe unto warmongers ....
Woe to war financiers ...
What Ya say post-conk?
rant/vent. My apology?
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sometimes violence is unavoidable