And when I was seventeen   I made myself a DMZ   But they continued bombing me   Hot and steadily.      They divided me at seventeen   I declared myself a DMZ   But they continued bombing me   Incessantly.      Dig in Vienn Ilin, dig in today   The Americans are on their way   American bombs away!   Dig in today!      We make our days as they make us   As I must, as Odysseus   Make myself my own Telemachus   "Bous Stephanos, Stephanoumenos Dedalus!"      And if it hasn't been a bust   Then "land-ho, Ulysseus!"   And all of us like Dedalus:   Dead, dead all of us.      Between the dense red clay and the deep blue sea   What horrors rage internally   And what reactions, chemically   Through synapses so awfully?      Conducting electricity   And converting less efficiently   What potiential energy   For this life of endless tunneling?      So deep beneath the DMZ   Lightless of necessity   Their bombs are heard incessantly   Our days, they make us, clearly.