Veterans gathered up to the stage
some kneeling from wounds, most coming of age...In a not so
confessing mood they were strong
Beleagering thoughts of a place
called "NAM"
His drawn out speach layed down
heavy for these losing patience-
As some quickly turned, most left
discerned...
The new sheets covered the crisp
corners of this iron bar-red- bed...
I suppose it is the color the ink sign
for the dead.
