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