I AM NOT FORGOTTEN

I have walked these Korean hills before, crossed these frozen rivers
I have passed through these fields, heavy with the odor of death
My presence is here --- and elsewhere
In the pages of a letter, yellow with age
At the edge of a worn photograph, on a torn dance program
I am by love begotten
I am not forgotten

I am here in the hearts of those who were with me
On the perimeter, at Inchon, at the Reservoir, and the River
And in the hearts of those who waited at home
In their thoughts I walk again
And I wait at the curb in my car on a soft summer evening
The sounds of crickets, of passing automobiles
and the muted songs of the city are near
I am a tear in the eyes of mothers, sisters, fathers,
Brothers, wives, friends, and lovers
I am by love begotten
I am not forgotten

I am black, white, Jewish, Gentile, red, yellow
I speak English, Korean, Chinese, Turkish, Greek, Spanish
I am know in many countries and by many people
I have heard the rush of summer seas and the fist of thunder
I have known a distant star on a cold December night
And I have known the love of a friend who would die for me
And I for him
I am by love begotten
I am not forgotten