Dusk ’Til Dawn


He saw the dusk mask the horizon,
the day slowly concealed by darkness;
he was waiting for the dawn,
when the sun slowly peaks at the west.
Three days the dusk and dawn his clock,
aching body stretched on a cold rough rock;
at night the crickets made some company,
singing sweet song to ease his agony.
Cracked lips, dry mouth, numb feet,
he slowly closed his tired droopy eyes;
dusk comes again that dusk could not defeat
the man who wants to see the dawn.
Daylight. August 10, 1938, Sugar king Park Saipan.
“Here’s another wounded soldier!”
I am a veteran! I am strong! I survived!
(Riza Ramos, Special to the Saipan Tribune)

Riza Ramos (Special to the Saipan Tribune)

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