An Intrusive Memory of the Vietnam War
The Rain keeps coming
More thick than strong
Washing Agent Orange from this hill
Whose side we huddle on.
I release the reassuring pressure
Of my fingertip on the trigger there.
I loosen my death grip and
Hug my weapon like a teddy bear.
I can’t say I feel safe but
Embraced by a God unseen.
Surely, the Vietcong will not violate
This night of washing clean.
©Tom Puetz 2022