Love Song for Vietnam

Caitlin Maude
Irish
1941 – 1982

 

They said we had no shame
celebrating our love
with this ruin all around us.

the hawk gyring in the air
awaiting the smell of death.

they said these were our own people
this, the funeral of our people.
that we should at least be solemn,
even if we were not sorrowful.

but we,
we’re much like the weather,
especially the sun.
we don’t pay too much heed
to the goings-on, lately.

each thing rots with the sun’s heat
once it’s dead

and it wasn’t we who killed them
but yourselves.

we might’ve stayed on the slaughter-field
but the sorrowful faces of the soldiers
started us laughing
and we took a soft place by the river.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.