As men sleep

Stepping over the limb-less
gets easier
and defies
Simple circumstances
awash as they are with
Dead nerve ends;
With guilt - discounted by contexts
of War.
Yet between
Tedium and Instinct
there is that moment when
the delirium of war deserts Me
and the makings of Humanism
can barely trace the outlines
of conscience
Down the length of
       - my Skin
and inside
this Sexless heart,
Abdications unfold
as Men sleep.