POEM FOR ANOTHER DEAD DAYDREAM 

 I moved the broken armature

  To 1914

        The helmets in the bloody mud

     Dysentery figures roamed 

No Mans Land

     The needle fell on the disque 

    Scratching the Bellflower Blues 

    horses in barbed wire mudholes 

        And trepanned soldiers

Crying Screaming

 For Mother

    But the bullets had no name

    No days

       Like today