Safe

Through misty panes

Thick green light

Plunges.

My gulling, choking dreams

Hold a hanging face

With innocent tongue.

It sings:

It is sweet to die

For my country

Stay low

Don’t fight,

Don’t die now.

Stay Low Don’t Fight

I dug trenches

Into the earth.

Made long scars.

The land between

A wasteland.

Bombs fell on it

Gas choked there

Barbed wire crawled 

All over it.

Men died on it

The earth wanted blood.

                                  Left

It isn’t till the tide goes out that you see who has been swiming naked.