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War-Burned Grass Grave

Covered in the cold, night after
The fire whipped the forest away
The wolves mouths are red
And all the children are dead
And no one’s left alive to be gay
For the soldiers homecoming
Flying back from the sands
To find the grass he left is much colder
And will never be so green again

He wakes one night, back, cold and distanced
To the bell tolling for the men left
Sprang up and tied on his boots
To sail to sea and face his own death
And tire and fire and shoot up on meth
For a cause that he didn’t
And just couldn’t believe
To find pointlessly injured
And too late to relieve, the men.

His Mary caught the plane in to meet him
Her gorgeous red light blown in the wind
An air of unconscious
Illusioned subconscious
And nothing to hold her from sin
Until the wind brought the chill back
In the night men’s shots rang
For her, this pale beauty
The bells toll, the man hanged

The train arrived back at the station
Meeting all the men in the town
The platform estranged
The men all deranged
Black velvet draped all around
The casket was carried
And all the men in the town
Cried for the corpse of
Such a graceful dead clown

The soldier served his time and released his
Cold self back in to the wild
To where the fires swept back and ruined
The place where winters are mild
He found himself alone at the station
To carry his lone bag by himself
The station-man said
What a sad life ahead
Your only love is gone at your own fault
The grass will never be greener
The fire burned it up clean
And over the raw grave
The soldiers hanged self is seen