ANTI IMAGE WAR GLORY

Turn the channel more.

There it is again as before.

The glory of blood, and gore.

Images fill my public mind.

That is a way as never before.

I must be a war star - GALORE !!!!

Into the mud and constant fear.

On the river bank a wilted ear.

Part of a forgotten stars life.

War is not that image part.

Over to my left, a human heart.

What did the T.V. tube show me ?

War without pain - onward march - insane.

Plodding ankle-deep in blood.

Just like T.V. soapsuds ads and flub.

My illusion shell broken again.

In my hand - a dead flags land.

Toy lead soldiers under the Xmas trees.

Rubber ducky - bathtub - floating fleets.

Rocks roll down a slopping hill.

On the bottom is no thrill.

from my poem book - DREAMS 3