FAR AWAY FROM SOME WAR
The thing that got me about that war
Right in the eye
Was seeing his old violin
Caught in some sunbeam, far away from the trenches
Silent.
(I almost forgot)
Now a cloud settles down on the meadow
Like a cat in the empty chair
I crouch and watch the flowers marching though the grass
They look like little soldiers in the mist
Or maybe soldiers look like big flowers
In the ancient fields
Always marching on.
