Lapsus

Jump and fall
and fall    again--

Feet slightly apart;
    picking up
pieces from broken
         hearts.

You reach out
as if    you
   hadn't grown at all,

as if you'd ever
   been so small.



And fall again.


Like fallen men,
shot down in
the horrid    scenery:



the coast of Normandy   
    sodden with the blood
of men whose        hands
shall write of home
no more. 


And jump,          as if
    that heals the itch
this world has
longed    to scratch.