Oh my Spring, Come Scarlet Trimmings

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Budding over a barren field
Admist the setting sun,
I hear cries of joy

For what?
For my ears
Don't hear
The birds sing

Of victory

No --- the birds don't sing

And my eyes hear nothing
Gone are dandelions
Gone are daisies

No --- flowers, I don't see

Instead, see there?
In the dirt

Lay the faces

Of a son
A brother
A father
A lover

From these

No victory, do I hear
No smiles, do I see

Instead scarlet trimmings 
Weave their way

Over thes beautiful faces
Over these beautiful bodies,

That lie under the shadow
Of this beautiful flag

And on this beautiful field
Planted with bodies.
Sprout scarlet trimmings,
Them the work of bullets, scattered like seeds
There, scarlet trimmings bud
This silence resounds, and

Ugliness covers

In place

Of dandelions, of daisies
And the birds that cease to sing

Here, Scarlet trimmings bloom

And indeed

Who needs flowers,
When we've got
Blossoms like these?

Oh
my spring.