The roses grew in rows along the road
we picked them up and stuck them in our shoes
The fragrance was strong, the sun shone like gold
we climbed the hill and hummed a honey tune
A tiny speck of red among the green
told us that the artist's brush had painted
A scene of glory not unlike a dream
A summer's day so fine we then fainted
We slept like puppies next to the roses
Oblivious to what time supposes
as if we found a sleepy poppy field
where all wounds of war can now be healed
What a find! Soldier of fortune
spin the wheel
and rest here where your bones and your heavy boots
are wrapped up in the rose's roots
that slip around your souls
like eels
running to the ocean
underground
may your hands rise like a hammer
to hear a thousand birds stammering
as they sing a joyful tune
the roses are in bloom