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Continued from Part 2
5. MIDNIGHT DREAMS
At night the soldiers sometimes dream of many things which make them scream,
floating down a gelid stream with burning flesh and cold ice cream
Upon their lips, which makes it seem as though their salt they can’t redeem
When looking back in bold extreme at valiant warriors’ victory scheme.
Or ofter yet,
they sometimes meet a broken skull upon the street
With gaping eyes and mouth replete with swollen tongue that cannot greet,
Or yell aloud or indiscreet’, or talk about the grand deceit
Of Those Who live on Easy Street, Who plot, destroy and overeat,
While others wait beneath a sheet on bed of steely cold concrete,
With final gift a flag or wreath that soon will wither like their teeth
When once they’ve settled underneath (a mound of muck on vacant heath).
And ever more before they wake, appear the dreams not quite opaque,
upside down upon a lake keeps popping up a pregnant Drake
Who says “there must be some mistake, I only have a belly ache”,
While high above’s a flying Snake, she cries aloud “you are a fake,
You’ve eaten up my birthday cake”; and turquoise Turtles on the make
(They’re grinding gears to overtake, while slurping down a chocolate shake)
Arise to say “let us explain, we think you men are all insane,
You should be made of cellophane and ought to wear a window pane
To see more clearly those you’ve slain, enough to fill the Dim Domain
With blood and guts and tears and pain, Chimeras of a frenzied brain.”
A worn and weary weather vane announces floods of claret rain
That forty days and nights sustain, submerging mountains, raising Cain,
And flushing mankind’s acid reign down nature’s evolution drain.
The Serpent hails a hydroplane “because”, she hissed, “we can’t remain;
Behind the hill, the atom’s spark has wiped away the palace park,
And turned to dust the rainbow’s arc and blotted out the Meadowlark”.
And while the others hush and hark, a feline Toad begins to bark
“This plane is certainly Boa’s Ark. Let’s flee the Human hierarch,
Forsake all Men to sate the Shark that swim beneath the Waters Dark,
And purge the traces of the Mark in Eden when we disembark.”
The beasts, in lines, by twos embark ...
The dreamers wake, they’re staring, stark, behind their eyes a watermark...