The fields are fully green today
where only yesterday was shed
wild blood of exuberant youth
their blood staining the earth still,
though unseen now, the stain
beneath the fields of green
Unseen too the bleeding
of those who waited for them
the unseen sword thrust deeply to he heart.
They will bring flowers to the grave this day;
wild flowers from where he was born and bred
Spring flowers from their garden
speaking wistfully of other Springs
passing the monument
where children play
breaking a mother or a lover’s heart.