I,
in 1942,
am born
(of all the luck!) a Jew.
The odds predict
The odds predict
I'll not survive.
(Indeed, I'm dead
by '45.)
In '43,
in Tokyo,
I'm born -- in wartime,
don't ya know.
By '45,
I, too, am toast --
at barely two years old,
a ghost.
Korea,
Fall of '53.
An Incheon infant...
An Incheon infant...
Hey: that's me!
At last they're
drawing down the War.
(Alas! I'm dead
by '54.)
Viet Nam,
1964.
I'm born amidst
more Asian war.
Remember, please,
this place and date.
I die at Hue
in '68.
(A work in progress)