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