I Was Born Within The Union

I was born in the war within:
in the telescope of modern space.

I was born in the radio universe,
a moment
from an age of gold
Upon me;

War runs across my life.

In the unforgiving

I was brought
To my knees
To see my feet;
And what God there was,

I have been, born
Again in the security

Of exchange,
Dressed in warm
Camouflage,
Outfitted with a job,

Sent in to the endless waste
Land to witness

The Union

Upon old schemes of Babylon.
My soldier-sold red sightlines
Will wear no moral
Thinness. No skin
when I'm done.
I will wear a burden
like open meat,
This pack of wolves
will come to me
and we'll go into
the land of poetry
and ancient

lovesongs,
Psalm-leaves

across my eyes.