Poem of the Day: Veterans of the Seventies

The description in this poem is lovely. Here is a partial republication of the poem.

Poem of the Day: Veterans of the Seventies
BY MARVIN BELL

His army jacket bore the white rectangle  
of one who has torn off his name.  He sat mute  
at the round table where the trip-wire veterans  
ate breakfast.  They were foxhole buddies  
who went stateside without leaving the war.  
They had the look of men who held their breath  
and now their tongues.  What is to say
beyond that said by the fathers who bent lower  
and lower as the war went on...

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