The Patchwork Quilt

Here is this patchwork quilt I've made Of patterned silks and old brocade, Small faded rags in memory rich Sewn each to each with feather stitch, But if you stare aghast perhaps At certain muddied khaki scraps Or trophy-fragments of field grey, Clotted and torn, a grim display That never decked white sheets before, Blame my dazed head, blame bloody war.