David Burt - An Anatomy of Hallucination

Poem


	Separation!
	I marched in silence with my comrades To face the cannons of our foe, A freeman, conscripted by my liege He called for me, I had to go. But why did we battle in foreign fields, Why must our blood be spilled? What was the worth of all this carnage That saw our innocents, killed.
	I remember hearing that awesome cannon Amidst the screams of frightened men, Then a cloudburst of myriad colours Lit up the cornfields of Ardennes. I was thrown into a crater With another soldier brave He had fought a bloody battle Now this hole would be his grave.
	I lay there, by his broken body With my head pressed in the mud I watched the rain run down in rivulets, Mixing freely with his life’s blood. As my eyes dimmed I faintly noticed That, this soldier looked like me. Except that he was headless..... It was my body that I could see!

	Separation (Audio)