A New Journey Begins
October 13, 2013, Year of the Snake,
Independence Palace, Sài Gòn.
Poet of my heart and I
attend memorial services
General Võ Nguyên Giáp
national icon, last surviving war hero
the man who led Vietnam to victory over
both France and the United States.
Cast of hundreds, only one Westerner,
soon I'm the media's favorite son.
Flashes popping, television camera rolling
I sign condolence book.
I'm all memory and desire, war and peace.
My mind races, distracted, searching,
nouns and verbs, adjectives and adverbs,
language defines, language delineates,
language limits love.
"Thank you for bringing peace to my beloved Vietnam"
appears on the page before me, and
forty-year-old perceptions shift.
I am no longer able to maintain control,
I know it has begun.
Truth and the courage to speak it have arrived.
I apologize for self and country on national television.
The Vietnamese accept, they thrived after the war.
T.S. Eliot wrote there is fear in a handful of dust.
Looking out the window, I see
rain coming and a nymph returning.
I am ready now to board the railway train
children and poets so adore.
For Kim Ngân
by Founding Poet Paul Hellweg Copyright © 2016
VWP 2016 First published in Gargoyle #64 2016
October 13, 2013, Year of the Snake,
Independence Palace, Sài Gòn.
Poet of my heart and I
attend memorial services
General Võ Nguyên Giáp
national icon, last surviving war hero
the man who led Vietnam to victory over
both France and the United States.
Cast of hundreds, only one Westerner,
soon I'm the media's favorite son.
Flashes popping, television camera rolling
I sign condolence book.
I'm all memory and desire, war and peace.
My mind races, distracted, searching,
nouns and verbs, adjectives and adverbs,
language defines, language delineates,
language limits love.
"Thank you for bringing peace to my beloved Vietnam"
appears on the page before me, and
forty-year-old perceptions shift.
I am no longer able to maintain control,
I know it has begun.
Truth and the courage to speak it have arrived.
I apologize for self and country on national television.
The Vietnamese accept, they thrived after the war.
T.S. Eliot wrote there is fear in a handful of dust.
Looking out the window, I see
rain coming and a nymph returning.
I am ready now to board the railway train
children and poets so adore.
For Kim Ngân
by Founding Poet Paul Hellweg Copyright © 2016
VWP 2016 First published in Gargoyle #64 2016
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