Tanks

last night i slept on scissors
and dreamt of tanks
their long shafts bellowed and shook as they shot down men
from a distance
while smaller men laughed inside

I would wake to leave the dreams behind,
but their rapid rolling treads are hard to escape in the dark
so I lay back down on scissors
and I dreamt of tanks

push men push the sergeant cried
so no one turned their back to the rolling stampede
they ran shooting metal at metal
and when all else failed
they shot with their blood

the field is nearly empty now
just immobile tanks
sleeping
on a bed of men


______________________________________________________________

last night i slept on scissors
and dreamt of tanks
tanks that showed no mercy to the faceless men they shot from afar
and no emotion to the faceless men within

I would wake to try and leave the dreams behind me,
but visions are hard to escape in the dark
and when every direction i ran in lead the same way,
i sat back down on scissors
and dreamt of tanks

push men push the sergeant cried
so no one turned their back to the rolling stampede
they ran shooting metal at metal
and when all else failed
they shot with their blood

the field is nearly empty now
just immobile tanks
sleeping
on a bed of men