5) It is not remembered. Remember
Most were peasants; their life
Was in rice and bamboo
When peaceful clouds were reflected in the paddies
And the water buffalo stepped surely along terraces
Maybe fathers told their sons old tales
When bombs smashed those mirrors
There was time only to scream
6) There is an echo yet
Of their speech which was like a song
It was reported their singing resembled
The flight of moths in moonlight
Who can say? It is silent now
The poet finishes with a rhetorical question which she answers herself, a device known as  hypophora .  The answer, however, is a non-answer because there is none. The silence has obliterated all answers to the conflict in Vietnam and to conflicts worldwide. 
 The end is neither shocking nor lyrical, but abrupt and final. The reader is left to contemplate the horrific implications.
What Were They Like