Flowers for the Fallen

wrapped in stone
wreathed in earth
blanket cold
smuthers mirth
wars to bleed
deaden cry
blanket you
blanket i
weave our ways
lose our gains
buried deep
know no shame
broken men
grace his hand
passed by sons
silence stands
ashes will fade honoured for toil
scattered so far scattered in soil… in soil
solace fields
scarlet red
dance the breeze
withered dead
mark my grave
mourn my cry
blanket you
blanket i
scattered so far scattered so wide
ashes you leave here for me
come forth my son. come take your coin
come forth my one. my fruit. my loin
and for your breath. we feed the air
and for your bones. the earth will care