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