They are weaving flags
Long silk threads
Twined and intertwined
Shrouds for the dead
For the not yet dead in truth
For the battle is yet to start
And each potential widow
Takes her proper part
Nimble fingers perform
Seek and check and find
And correct and weave
In distraction for the mind
The unspoken thought
I weave as well as I can
In case this flag
Shrouds my man
They are weaving flags
Dreading day's dawning
For the fight will start
That coming morning
And by that day's end
Some will give a widows cry
While others
Will try
Not to smile relief
That they will leave
With their man
As others grieve
They are weaving flags
Long silk threads
Twined and intertwined
Shrouds for the dead
