All around, all around
Is the muddy, muddy muck
And the rotten, red, ****** gowns

All around, all around
  All around is man
Up and up and down and down

All around, all around are
Cries of a bruised silence
And tears grown violent.

All around, all around
   Are massacred dreams
And sliced open seams.

All around, all around
No more thoughts,
All around, are empty cots.
All around, all around
Looking past the landmines,
Are depictions of a man's mind.