The eyes,
stare right into me
then break through
towards the future.
I don’t like his eyes,
The eyes of a captured soldier,
body frozen in time
to remind all,
to remind me,
to show the world…
only what each must see.
I see pain.
I see fear,
not because I want to,
I have to see what is there
even in his bronze eyes.

© L. Rose

Inspired by visit to Sacramento Vietnam War Memorial – 1993