Last Night's Dream.

<font face="tahoma" size=1> Last night, visions of war Hung on my dreams Like a gaping impending sore We were children still Boys being smitten By the foreign soldiers Girls, the attention of violent ardence Were shoved and plucked By merciless men; out of sight They shed us of personal items That would marry us to our vernacular world And jostled us vapid moist bread The children fettered in lines Their teachers goaded by grunts I think the rosebuds were wilting for us Two sisters and I Tried to bolt into a storm duct We failed; reprimanded by arms I plunged from sleep With convulsions My pillow soaked by eyes Loped to my window And beheld the sight Of distaste that left me vigil The sky hung in red tatters Low, like falling ribbons All other world tints dispatched Suddenly the damned nightmare Of my paniced child mind Was draping from the heavens.