Missing In Action
MISSING IN ACTION
All through the crowded mall the music
follows me -- constant deep tone
sustaining the melody, warm, strong,
steady voice standing to a solo.
You are a boy again, dear Scott,
practicing in your room, door
and windows shut tight not to disturb.
It has been many years. Mother left me
your Troop 24 merit badges and skill patches,
your letters of commendation, your horn.
Easy to ask what it was all for,
easy to despair but for memories
and the strong hope that in the valley
of the shadow of the jungle
where your plane was shot down,
an angel plucked you up before you
dashed your foot against a stone.
Missing in action has a future.
Come back, Scott!
There will be a place for you wherever
music celebrates safe return.