village verse
Germ Warfare
I think I remember colours that year
buttercups
nodding across the grass
cowslips
marching through
gossiping daisies
as we walked past
down lambwath fields
and into that little hell
that smell
that clung
and hung
and rolled around
cloying smell
of death
and decay
on that first blue skyed day
rabbits
heads bruised
and swollen
blinded
and pathetically lying
the already dead
amongst the dying
so foul
even the dogs
wouldn't touch
and we walked silently around
killing with air guns
that day
and days to come
to cease their pain
as they squatted
shivering
there on the ground
there was a fine crop of bones
little bones
the next year
amongst the flowers
and in the grass
all things pass
and even memories fade
but I think I remember colours
yes
I think I remember colours
from that year
buttercups
nodding across the grass
cowslips
marching through
gossiping daisies
as we walked past
down lambwath fields
and into that little hell
that smell
that clung
and hung
and rolled around
cloying smell
of death
and decay
on that first blue skyed day
rabbits
heads bruised
and swollen
blinded
and pathetically lying
the already dead
amongst the dying
so foul
even the dogs
wouldn't touch
and we walked silently around
killing with air guns
that day
and days to come
to cease their pain
as they squatted
shivering
there on the ground
there was a fine crop of bones
little bones
the next year
amongst the flowers
and in the grass
all things pass
and even memories fade
but I think I remember colours
yes
I think I remember colours
from that year
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Germ Warfare
Germ Warfare
