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The eyes,
bronze,
stare right into me
then break through
towards the future.
I don’t like his eyes,
painful.
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