red roses
red roses
laid on the tomb of
the fallen soldiers
the march of a fallen child

a plea and a cry against
wars fought in total silence
the bullets words and bayonets silver
soliloquies found in a letter from the
soldier

i dream of the days
of fall and the sound and breath and
your hair my be
loved
i wish to go
home
home is where my treasure is

a broken record of the world
london feels
distant and fog covers the ground

i long for my love
my life but—

cut short of the soldier
generals of oil weapons of mass
deceit and lies

red roses
red roses
fall across my face
and soften the blow