Saturday, March 21, 2009

Burden

They carried everything they could (9)
Wiring, detonators, and battery powered clackers (10)
They carried the land itself (15)
The humidity, the monsoons, the stink of fungus and decay (15)

It was something that would never go away (27)
It was the purest black you could imagine (220)
You'd swear you were walking through some kind of
soft black protoplasm, Vietnam, the blood and the flesh (221)

I was part of the night. I was the land itself (209)
Eyes closed, I seemed to rise up out of my own body (208)
Just clouds and fog...everything's all sucked up inside the fog (75)
Just feeling the cold spray against my face (55)

It commands you (81)
Like a killer forest fire, like cancer under a microscope (81)
The grief took him by the throat and squeezed and would not let go (105)
You try to block it out, but you can't (205)

But this too is true: stories can save us. (225)

1 comment:

John K said...

The poem describes the great impact war has on its combatants. The first paragraph emphasizes the physical burdens of the war and implies that even these pale in comparison to the emotional burdens. The second paragraph focuses on blackness and dark images of Vietnam. Through this imagery, we gain a sense of the chaos, fear, and unawareness that always accompanies a soldier. The third paragraph zooms in on the fog theme and reveals through a metaphor (I was the land itself) how directly the war affects an individual. The fourth paragraph uses a simile to parallel the hopelessness and controlling aspects of war. Finally, the last line contrasts with the rest of the poem in its revelation that we can bring back to life those we've lost with stories.