Soldier
I imagine a dream
In which I'm a soldier
And I'm walking
On the faces
Of dead women
And everyone I've
Left behind me
It's the year when
The troops entered
The thirty-ninth
Thirty-ninth parallel
Send me home restless
Send me home damaged
And wanting
It's the year when
Some poet said
"We must live, or accept the
Consequences"
Every pinprick of guilt
That I have felt
That I have felt
Send me home restless
Send me home damaged
Send me home disposes
Send me home damaged
And wanting