Christina A. Sharik


In the jungle of my heart,
No one died alone ~
No one died in pain and fear
Thinking of his home.
In the graveyards of my memory
each one has a cross ~
for every one who perished there
I seem to feel the loss.
Every brother, sister
father, son ~
they all belonged to
everyone ~
and in the shadows of the night
when all is dark and calm ~
I say goodnight to all of those
who served in Vietnam.

Published in Leatherneck Magazine 1997