I felt the debris cling to my shoe
I felt a stranger hold me
I fell for a trick as my lover held me in a glance
As I ran from the country house
I felt the touch of fire on my eyes
I felt the wetcloth on my forehead
I fell for the banality of a nurse
As I ran from the hospice
I don't want this war
To take me alive
"We'll see to that for a moment"
My gunnery sergeant said as he handed me a rifle
As I clasped the trigger
I shot at the sky
I thought,"This bird has flown."
The skies were bare