Vietnam War Memorial

A block of marble
and twenty six letters of the alphabet
enable history to accommodate
so many young names

Wandering alone
an old woman has at last found her only child 
amid the mass grave
and with her eyes tightly shut
she is now feeling for the mortal wound
with her trembling fingers
on his ice-cold forehead

from AUTUMN WINDOW by William Marr, Arbor Hill Press (1996)