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Poem 9 – His Face

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Have you looked into a dead man’s face,
feelings and emotions are gone with nary a trace.
The ground is usually covered with his blood,
mixing together with the Vietnam mud.
Once you have looked deep into that face,
God, was he a member of the same human race.
If I die tomorrow, and it really is my time,
will someone write a poem after looking into mine.
Copyright © 1996 by Steve O’Brien, All Rights Reserved

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