Trench letters do get used
eventually for poetry you
long history of nihilism
Get ready to advance don't
everyone rattle camouflage
as if we are nothing only
company dive-bomb anxiety
A few persistent "islands"
of half inaudible whispers
jabbing the radioman Lethe
Photographs are very like
crossing the no-sail zone
Periscopes screens filters
no unused boots with me I
come home my dear mother he
wrote such harks each amok
embrasure an outlook bunker
I can fact the world-facts
go burrowing after statistics
Realism all that fantasia
The hark of his attention
has no battle-dreams now
nor severe astasia-abasia
nor possible peace negotiation
nor newsreel shots crossing
to our civilian situation
nerves are in perfect order
Sea-drift the cry ice-floe
he is out with his wiring-party
Meantime incendiary weapons
Among the level down
go crash men flitting
Where are you whine shells
Scatter I see sentries
Up to the neck in war
O patiently people being
blown to bits one hand
clutching bandages next
bit *Proverbs* and byword
Language of escalation
this pun assembles down
Nominated as President by
dream-consciousness a cup
and saucer dream in three
collated lectures signed
by Amundsen saying he did
reach the Pole an aftermath
of fatigue postwar period
from its own wreck spoil
Before in the Dardanelles
taking off Sam Browne belt
Might solve sleeplessness
thus in my own Presidency
To be brief Kant's theory of
long run wars to hysteria
shock and projectile cycle
viz mimetic character until
a day is filled with night
night with doubt with doubt
Tense armies immemorial soil
reverberation of artillery
I equate will and instinct
with the other plot Europe
Cold marches with soldiers
abreast you cold Predicate