korean war memorial at midnight

they hover.  shifting, silvered spectres                       

bestriding soft, cotton-footed low pressures.             

cool air mists,                         

dew drop reminders;              

at dusky eve they linger,                                

ever-present.  shameful histories,       

bronzed warrior shadows within white.                    

civilians reverently saunter by,           

unknowing of their country's blight.

Author's Note

first, let me say that i am in no way against korean war veterans. i am a veteran myself, though much too young to have been in korea. i simply disagree with the reasons for going and the way in which it was handled (much like many feel on vietnam, iraq, etc.). this is simply a slight diatribe on that feeling, and the description of the korean war memorial in d.c. as the fog rolls in from the tidal basin at night. enjoy.

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