Article
For Albert Lopez
Article
For Albert Lopez
A string of grapes lay By the corner of his eye: Undewed, they were full Round, purple In the dusty sun. Forgotten? He was never known. A sweat-band for a battle crown In his helmet, heavy and round A fruit-fly sang his anthem, crawling near And dust was in the blackness of his hair.
An Army platoon sergeant, killed in action in Italy, 1945-
