Field Day
Aligned, ten thousand tin soldiers, no move, no
Sound, no sigh,
No quarrel. Tonight the invasion’s begun!
Let us pray:
Prepare the flowers of the field, redden the poppies,
Train your women to cry widow, train your men to lay
Bare
In front of our heroes.
No words can describe what the human stain
Colors
Two more hours we lay
On this field day. Tomorrow we’ll yell
Victorious
No more poppy fields, how beautiful is the chanting cascade of the
Widows.
The willows.
