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"

I want you to share

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.