Someone stole my bed

whilst I was at the front fighting,

I hadn’t slept for days

and yet

someone stole my bed.

 

Another man had his bed

I pulled him from it by his feet

shot him in the head

lay down and went to sleep.

 

I dreamt my head was blown apart

my dream was fractured,

the end and beginning separated

I couldn’t sleep without my dream.

 

Without my dream I couldn’t fight

or sleep or remember why

without my dream

I ceased

to be