Impressions of a Wall
Black granite walls two hundred fifty feet long
Fifty eight thousand names--long loved, long gone
Even in sun, the stone is cold
Telling the lives of soldiers bold
A hand reaches out to touch a name
Hoping they didn't die in vain
In silence, we come: In silence, we cry
In silence, we tell our heroes good-bye
Kay Jordan
Published in MOBIUS 1990
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