From here:
Despondency breaks off its course.
Anguish breaks off its course.
The vulture breaks off its flight.The eager light streams out,
even the ghosts take a draught.And our paintings see daylight,
our red beasts of the ice-age studios.
Everything begins to look around.
We walk in the sun in hundreds.Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.The endless ground under us.
The water is shining among the trees.
The lake is a window into the earth.
These are the dog tags of brothers we lost in the Vietnam war. My dad carried the pain until it broke him. He told me he was tired of fighting and he was ready to go home. The look in his eyes was indescribable. He tried so hard.#HonorTheSacrifice pic.twitter.com/sZZE3p5mnD
— Code of Vets ™ (@codeofvets) May 31, 2021