"All is well, that ends well" up in Salzburg
Outside the Poste Hotel,
sunny-side up after WWII
I sit with two old American soldiers
and look into their eyes
where past and present visions
merge without disguise.
They remember the Death of Eagle's Nest...they re-member Hitler...
and tell me a joke while an Austrian waiter brings beer to our table.
"Everything has changed," one says with a sigh.
I say the Alps remain the same
the trees and Mozart
three war veterans walk
down a mindless cobblestone yellow-brick road
we learn we are all from the same State...
"I'm from the State of Insanity," Axel says with a Smile.
His friend "Fisheye" says "Michigan"...
And as we walk and talk in Peace
the cold war and reel war continues elsewhere
from place to place, from sea to shining sea
in Iraq, Afghanistan, Cambodia, Iran etc. etc. etc...
the locations and names change (to protect the innocent)
but the war...the virtual non-reality CD game of war
remains all ways the same
I think of my children and hug them close
and tears stream down my foreign face
I pray that they will survive this war
and Understand that ABOVE ALL is to Love All.
the unending story of war
Written on October 6, 1997. Pictures added May 14, 2013.
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