fmorris Posted June 19, 2004 Share Posted June 19, 2004 Perhaps the best poem I've ever read. Just wanted to share. Cheers. Facing It (Yusef Komunyakaa) My black face fades, hiding inside the black granite. I said I wouldn't, dammit: No tears. I'm stone. I'm flesh. My clouded reflection eyes me like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning. I turn this way - the stone lets me go. I turn that way - I'm inside the Vietnam Veterans Memorial again, depending on the light to make a difference. I go down the 58,022 names, half-expecting to find my own in letters like smoke. I touch the name Andrew Johnson; I see the booby trap's white flash. Names shimmer on a woman's blouse but when she walks away the names stay on the wall. Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's wings cutting across my stare. The sky. A plane in the sky. A white vet's image floats closer to me, then his pale eyes look through mine. I'm a window. He's lost his right arm inside the stone. In the black mirror a woman's trying to erase names: No, she's brushing a boy's hair. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fmorris Posted December 13, 2005 Author Share Posted December 13, 2005 holla back daddy-o Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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