The dream runner, a rube from the sticks --
New to the job and still smelling of hay --
Messes up, of course -- showing the reels
Out of order, running one of them
Twice and then running it backwards.
He interrupts the story (the old one
Of me searching Paris for cherry tobacco,
Lettuce and a pint of skim milk)
To show clips from World War II
Warning soldiers against foreign women
And then some from World War III
Warning foreign women against soldiers.
He insists it all makes sense or will
Once I've been dead for a year or two.
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