Lou J. Klaiber

AT THE WALL

bright sheen

a raven’s wing

names
carved into memory

sky and trees

clouds
reflecting

moving
upon carved names

a breeze the whispers
time past

dry leaves
falling in their youth
gone
to a storm

a war

silence
and tears
… none blamed
none defamed

our history has grown old with us

shadows fall
beside us

voices
call us home

touch them

see them again

America is your home.