Winged Victory - Poem #49

The fields are fully green again
where only yesterday was shed
wild blood of exuberant youth
beauteous youth

their blood staining the earth still,
though unseen now, the stain
beneath fields of green
flowering gardens.

Unseen too the bleeding
of those who wait for them
slowly bleeding
the unseen sword thrust deeply to he heart.

They will bring flowers to the grave this day;
wild flowers from where he was born and bred
Spring flowers from their garden
speaking wistfully of other Springs

passing the monument
Winged Victory
where children play
breaking a mother or a lover’s heart.