Roger's Poems
I
Copyright ã 2000 by Roger Ables, All Rights Reserved
GOOD
NIGHT SAIGON
“You can’t go home again”
--- Thomas Wolfe
This is not the spring I knew a year ago
Leaving then and returning now
Both have been uncertain seasons and
Each different but yet very much the same
There are two cities a day apart in time
But there is a world and a lifetime between
I’ve come to one in fear and anticipation
I now come to the other in doubt and confusion
Saigon, like blood is warm and wet
Seattle, like ice is cold and wet
Good night to death, good night Saigon
Good morning to rejection, good morning Seattle
II
Copyright ã 2000 by Roger Ables, All Rights Reserved
A
SHAU (THE VALLEY)
The deep dark canopies are hung with dew
And the darkness resounds of voices
From this tangled web of life
Comes the chilling call of death
We have felt the scorpion’s sting
Peered into the viper’s fangs
Our images have been reflected in the eye of the tiger
And we have met death face to face in the valley