Vietnam: No Place To Hide Poem by ted owens
Vietnam: No Place To Hide
In violent fields,
no eye is on the sparrow.
It flits amidst the rage
of sling and arrow. And
though to it no refuge
calls, still, it beats its wing
until to earth it falls
a breathless thing.
In war, too frail a thread holds
death at bay and soon
gives way to weight
of mortal wound. And
sparrows lie in fields
like buds that never bloomed.
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