Nancy L. Meek


If they stood for one,
they stood for all,
long before
that granite wall
grew into a monument,
drawing people far and near
to touch a name
or shed a tear
or both, as bros
with knowing nods attest
they built it for
our nation’s best
and they, themselves,
who travel back
to where they died
apart… intact,
dismembered… whole
but all remembered nonetheless;
long before
that wall we dress
with flowers, flags
or touching psalm
awakened all
who slept through Nam,
where men were born
and young boys died
because they loved,
because they tried.