Pass the day for bravado, <br />And I will not meet your eye – <br />The waves of barley pass below <br />A wake of hurricane <br />I have not a soldier met, the fields <br />Of running blood - <br />These wretched patches, boiling sod, intransigent <br />Mercurial earth. <br />Pass the day my caged canary, <br />And I will not stop to chatter – <br />The craters spot the shattered whey <br />A rage of understood <br />I have but a final wish, the dream <br />Of Constantine - <br />These wretched patches, boiling mud, intransigent <br />Mercurial earth.<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-of-constantine/
