Forty Years Later
by Martin Willitts, Jr
I am still in Vietnam, still as a crane in field marsh
when the uneven sunset reflected on the lake
turns dark red like blood
from the twisted ruins of a body
I am giving an emergency tracheostomy
the ripped open chest cavity of earth like a foxhole
I am back there again, again and again
a revolving tour of duty
in the ward of bandages and pain
with no viable exit strategy
awake as silence in the moments before—
ducks glide as Baby Huey helicopters
in reverence
in coming
bodies stacked as cord wood
medics compressing wounds
shrapnels of words
clouds of intestines unraveling
if I was a crane, I would have taken off, lifted
my body out of the experience
all this in silence, a moment
sudden as death,
transparent as the skin when exploding
calendars zipped into body bags,
name tags absent or assigned wrongly
as all bodies are the same body
when blended together
bone fragments of memory
stories of untold, nameless, forsaken
in black plastic bags like purses
damages not controlled
if we speak, it comes out as bullets
the naming begins
like Kaddish,
here lie the remains
of what was once human
now beyond recognition
we are not sure which arm belongs where
what skull fragment is a hill
whose tongues speaks foreign and familiar
I am still crawling though bodies like days
numb as a grenade
bringing the dead, dying, wounded, mutilated
stumps of legs
wildflowers of lungs
to the field hospital
wearing a Red Cross
as a target
I do not have to close my eyes to see
it it’s in my skin
my tongue explodes
with re-occurring precision
I have remind myself
I am no longer there but here
miles and years away from carnage
that all wars are the same war
all suffering is the same and awful
the bed I crawl into is not a foxhole
End of the poem
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