In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish,

Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that

indescribable look,) . . .

Long have they pass'd, faces and trenches and fields,

Where through the carnage I moved with a callous

composure, or away from the fallen,

Onward I sped at the time - but now of their forms at night,

I dream, I dream, I dream.

--Walt Whitman, "Old War Dreams"

Girlyman: All Through the Night (Cyndi Lauper)

soltice storm 6-20-09