The Soldier standing on the Border
saw them coming,
the American Tanks,
he alerts his comrades in the factory
he want's to fight
his comrades to surrender,
they beat him.

he is standing in a village,
a dark place, a place of massacre, of evil
I could sense this in the dream,
he stands in pools of his own blood
the blood spurting from the place
his arms used to be.

he is lay down on wet muddy ground
his stumps spurting his life blood into the mud
a figure kneels and paints lines of blood and mud
across his chest,
then they burn him.

I want to leave, to wake up, no more of this,
the Soldier is shouting "Kushmu, Kushmu",
I can see children crossing a stream
running
to watch the Soldier burn,
I leave,
I can still hear the Soldier screaming "Kushmu, Kushmu.


I was informed by two friends, one Albanian, one Croat that the word KUSHMU means
Nightmare in Serbo-Croat.