Talking to a High School Class About the War

Talking to a High School Class About the War

When I talk to them about the war
I tell them of the ones we left behind
To be gold stars in grieving windowpanes,
How if you live they’re what you think about
And glory isn’t even in your mind.

And what of those caught in your rifle’s sight?
Those, too, you think about, for they as you
Trudged in the mud, lay fearful in the night
And dreamed of home. Those, too, you think about,

. . . those, too . . .