Faye Sizemore

WAR CORRESPONDENT ‘68 – ‘69

He can tell a story…
transporting you there
… letting you see
through his eyes… if you dare
Telling of jungles and rain
And about the mud
… so much mud and blood
though seldom speaking of blood
… but when he does
for a space
there are shadows
that pass over his face
… And I have seen
in those shadows… a glimpse
of a hell… unimaginable…
then quickly… gone with no trace