Army Bound

And when I was seventeen

I made myself a DMZ

But they continued bombing me

Hot and steadily.



They divided me at seventeen

I declared myself a DMZ

But they continued bombing me

Incessantly.



Dig in Vienn Ilin, dig in today

The Americans are on their way

American bombs away!

Dig in today!



We make our days as they make us

As I must, as Odysseus

Make myself my own Telemachus

Bous Stephanos, Stephanoumenos Dedalus!



And if it hasn't been a bust

Then land-ho, Ulysseus!

And all of us like Dedalus:

Dead, dead all of us.



Between the dense red clay and the deep blue sea

What horrors rage internally

And what reactions, chemically

Through synapses so awfully?



Conducting electricity

And converting less efficiently

What potiential energy

For this life of endless tunneling?



So deep beneath the DMZ

Lightless of necessity

Their bombs are heard incessantly

Our days, they make us, clearly.