Black Echo by Anne Hay

Cu Chi, Saigon, 2013

After the tour of the tunnel site,
Hai and Hank lock eyes.
We were kids. 

Hank flew here
with the money he got
from the job he got
with the college degree
from the GI Bill,
which he qualified for
by trying to kill the man he now embraces.

Yeah, we was kids.

This poem is based on an incident that happened in a historical site in Vietnam. 2 veterans met for the first time, one American, one Vietnamese.
The Black Echo is the sound of Vietcong shouting to each other in underground tunnels.

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