The 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 39th, 39th parallel



Send me home restless

Send me home damaged

and wanting



It's the year when

Some poet said

We must love, 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 dispossessed

Send me home damaged

and wanting