The Death Of A Hero
was always moving. Moving ships off the coast of Korea and Vietnam. Out of the orphanage, out of poverty. He carried his family across international borders, across state lines, always in the right direction. What do I have to carry? He was a hero. He is a hero. He doesn’t have long. Neither do I.
1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4. Walk in step, be calm. My brother looks on from the couch, at the ground. My dad stands off to the side, breathing in unison with the air tank, his eyes trained on the life source