Shells Ii Death Is Dead Once More For Now

Recall the midwife To the cenotaph War is over For now at least Nothing but poppy petal buttercup remain in tact to blow away this coming eve Or grow from flounder's red sodden field To flutter on a chasten solar breeze Up and up so only downward grave can see So pray the world outside relent drunken on the floral scent Sprayed by white tailed doves formation flying overhead Signaling in semaphore Death is dead once more We've little left to fill a casket Apart from surplus faulty armaments Scattered across the length and breadth of no man's lands To carry these giant's home To mother's Wishing they we're never born Or had a daughter instead Amen