The Soldier - PJ Harvey, John Parish

I imagine a dream

In which I’m a soldier

And I’m walking

On the faces

Of dead women

And everyone I’ve

Left behind me

It’s the year when

The troops entered

The thirty-ninth

Thirty-ninth parallel

Send me home restless

Send me home damaged

And wanting

It’s the year when

Some poet said

«We must live, or accept the

Consequences»

I want you to share

Every pinprick of guilt

That I have felt