ROSES and gold
For you today,
And the flash of flying flags.
  
  I will have
  Ashes,
  Dust in my hair,
Crushes of hoofs.
  
Your name
Fills the mouth
Of rich man and poor.
  Women bring
Armfuls of flowers
And throw on you.
  
  I go hungry
  Down in dreams
  And loneliness,
  Across the rain
  To slashed hills
Where men wait and hope for me.