Gazing on a tombstone while touring a landmark
I stand motionless before an inscription cut deep into the
JOHN LOOK 1863-1919
BELOVED HUSBAND AND FATHER
SARAH LOOK 1870-1918
BELOVED WIFE AND MOTHER
1895-1918 KILLED IN ACTION IN FRANCE
I write no poetry here.
It's been hard for me to learn how to write nothing when
everything is already written.
If you've any comments on
this poem, Richard Fein would be pleased to
hear from you.