Lost

Ian Bachmayer

Just a child

In Vietnam

Blonde and innocent

No thinking at all

She’ll learn

Somebody said

There is a scary part,

To Vietnam,

She will most definitely learn.

The war intrigued her,

The land too

A good sharp mind

Wasn’t dumb

Wasn’t afraid to get her hands bloody

She would fall into long elastic silences

You Ok?

It’s nothing,

She said.

She came in late at night

Finally she did not come in at all

Lost

He kept whispering

Lost