Monumental Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

For every soul
it seems a different sight.
I happened on
a version unaware
and I was shocked.
I didn't think I'd care.
Deferred, I managed
to avoid that fight.
Just like a scar
it cut across the lawn,
a gouge that jagged
and upward rose one side,
an unhealed wound
recalling all who died,
commemorating
all the lives now gone.
How can a work so simple
yet impart to each
the sadness, pride,
frustration, grief,
or shame that lingers still
and give relief,
expressed serenely
through the power of art?
To honor, mourn and
jab those hearts grown dull,
the Vietnam
Veteran's Memorial.