I Ran My Cursor Over Your Name by John M. Starino

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I Ran My Cursor Over Your Name by John M. Starino

A few years ago, I guess it was longer than that, I took a photo of The Wall predawn With the Washington Monument in the background.

Some years later on a trip back to D.C. with my 4 megapixel camera I renewed that photo. Seems I had gotten there after a crew had Rinsed the Memorial down.

Took a scattering of shots of which two became part of my repertoire, Trail of Tears and Avian Way in black and white. I didn’t wait around to see loved ones

Of the over 57,000 find particular names in Optima typeface To make an etching with pencil and paper. I have written a persona piece Illustrating that technique, When The Wall.

Now there are volunteers who make a rubbing of names which can Be ordered online for those who cannot make the trip themselves. We live in Coronavirus Wartime where sniper fire, a droplet, could

Send one to a hospital or contract this at a nursing home Or one could take one’s last breath at home without ever receiving a swab of Determination that you, someone, anyone,

For this virus does not discriminate, have been shot by this sniper. Today, May 24th, the NY Times front page listed a thousand of names who became America's Covid losses of this Pandemic War now approaching 100,000.

I traced your name with my cursor Tim, yes, one small etching Timothy J. Liszewski, my friend, I found your name on The New Wall. And I shed my tear.