the field
Raymond L. Heinrich
the dead
will never come to greet us
so we go to them
go
to this field
filled with the frozen dead
as cold in summer
as in winter
and touch their granite monument
and name the few
who can be named
the granite’s cold
and i am cold
and for now
i’m sad
but never long enough
if it was all of us
it would be
never long enough
