I was born in the war within:
in the telescope of modern space.
I was born in the radio universe,
a moment
from an age of gold
Upon me;
War runs across my life.
In the unforgiving
I was brought
To my knees
To see my feet;
And what God there was,
I have been, born
Again in the security
Of exchange,
Dressed in warm
Camouflage,
Outfitted with a job,
Sent in to the endless waste
Land to witness
The Union
Upon old schemes of Babylon.
My soldier-sold red sightlines
Will wear no moral
Thinness. No skin
when I'm done.
I will wear a burden
like open meat,
This pack of wolves
will come to me
and we'll go into
the land of poetry
and ancient
lovesongs,
Psalm-leaves
across my eyes.
in the telescope of modern space.
I was born in the radio universe,
a moment
from an age of gold
Upon me;
War runs across my life.
In the unforgiving
I was brought
To my knees
To see my feet;
And what God there was,
I have been, born
Again in the security
Of exchange,
Dressed in warm
Camouflage,
Outfitted with a job,
Sent in to the endless waste
Land to witness
The Union
Upon old schemes of Babylon.
My soldier-sold red sightlines
Will wear no moral
Thinness. No skin
when I'm done.
I will wear a burden
like open meat,
This pack of wolves
will come to me
and we'll go into
the land of poetry
and ancient
lovesongs,
Psalm-leaves
across my eyes.