Memory is a common theme in Weigl's poems. He recalls his time in Vietnam -- as a soldier, a grieving friend, a man seeking release with a bar girl. In "Surrounding Blues on the Way Down," he learns that a seemingly innocent Vietnamese woman could be carrying weapons, and he remembers struggling between a desire to help her and the need to learn the ropes as a soldier.
I have no excuse for myself,Song of Napalm is divided into three sections, each of which deals with memories of his war experiences and indicate a progression toward dealing with the ghosts he carries with him and striking a balance between the need to remember and the need to return to the land of the living. Weigl's memories are so vivid and filled with emotion that they bring the war to life, and I could feel some of his pain. "Song of Napalm," a poem dedicated to his wife, stands out from the rest.
I sat in that man's jeep in the rain
and watched him slam her to her knees,
the plastic butt of his M16
crashing down on her.
I was barely in country, the clouds
hung like huge flowers, black
like her teeth. (pages 13-14)
But the lie swings back again.If I am haunted by the images in that poem, I can't imagine how those who witnessed such tragedies deal with the memories. Weigl's poems have given me a new respect for those who have served our country and an understanding that many of them do not truly know what to expect when they go to war. In "Elegy," Weigl writes:
The lie works only as long as it takes to speak
and the girl runs only as far
as the napalm allows
until her burning tendons and crackling
muscles draw her up
into that final position
burning bodies so perfectly assume. Nothing
can change that, she is burned behind my eyes
and not your good love and not the rain-swept air
and not the jungle-green
pasture unfolding before us can deny it. (pages 34-35)
Into the sunlight they marched,Song of Napalm is full of pain, sadness, and grief, but it also is about survival, strength, and endurance. It feels as though Weigl wrote these words to stay sane, that he needed to write about his memories so that he could live with them. The poems are easy to understand, so readers who tend to steer clear of poetry for fear they won't "get" it need not worry. This is a must-read collection, with poems that hit you in the gut, make you grieve for the loss of innocence and the loss of life, and make you appreciate the human spirit and desire to live.
into dog day, into no saints day,
and were cut down.
They marched without knowing
how the air would be sucked from their lungs,
how their lungs would collapse,
how the world would twist itself, would
bend into the cruel angles.
Into the black understanding they marched
until the angels came
calling their names,
until they rose, one by one from the blood.
The light blasted down on them.
The bullets sliced through the razor grass
so there was not even time to speak.
The words would not let themselves be spoken.
Some of them died.
Some of them were not allowed to. (page 70)
War Through the Generations.
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