Everlasting Green by Susan Yuzna

They told us the green of Vietnam
Was so bright, it made your eyes hurt. They stood

In the doorway of the pizza parlor
In heavy boots, heads shaved, stomping for warmth,

These boys, our boys, shivering through their winter leave
As they told us appalling stories,

Giggling, darting glances at each other.
I can’t say we believed them. Who

Were these boys, gone not long, but so
Alien, they could have come from Mars?

They were bored with us now.
A friend’s brother came home spooky,

Spent every night shooting fireworks
Over the skies of Lake Calhoun

Until he re-enlisted, dying over there
In the bright green jungle, electric

As the morning my father gave up the ghost
Of a life gone wrong, deep in the frigid

Winter of my first year at college,
During the Tet Offensive, of all things.

Nothing was green then, not my tears, not one thing.

Upon returning home, one of them shot to death a family of five.

From: » Susan Yuzna Banango Street

Date: 2015

By: Susan Yuzna (1949- )

One Comment to “Everlasting Green by Susan Yuzna”

  1. Interesting poet. I’ve never run across her work before.

    On Thu, May 20, 2021 at 9:31 PM From Troubles of The World wrote:

    > flusteredduck posted: “They told us the green of Vietnam Was so bright, it > made your eyes hurt. They stood In the doorway of the pizza parlor In heavy > boots, heads shaved, stomping for warmth, These boys, our boys, shivering > through their winter leave As they told us a” >

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