Address A.P.O.

As my son and nephews

and now my grandsons, grow tall,

I remember

that my Father went to war,

my Uncles went to war,

my cousins and classmates went to war.

My Father came back

with scars on his dreams,

my Uncle returned

with scars on his back,

my classmates were

carrried home with

scars on their coffins.

The street by the capitol

is closed now,

it is the site for the new

war memorial

and again,

I fold myself

like an envelope

to be carried in the pocket

of a young man's uniform.