Memorial 

Hollow hearts with concrete eyes
Pierce the mist of ancient skies
Dozing colors dying fast
All before is past
Yet so vivid in dreams
The skies that light the Mekong pink
Are etched in marble ebony black
Fifty thousand clocks without their hands
Even pain will end
 

by Contributing Poet  Robert Mella   Copyright © 2023 
VWP 2023     First published in  VietnamWarPoetry.com  

Bio:  Robert Mella  lives quietly in Herndon VA. His background is in technology but on occasion he writes a little poetry. This poem was a product of the stories that Vietnam war veterans told him when he was a youth.