I can hear an army calling, <br />Foot-charge o’er bugler’s wails, <br />Battle horses thundering - <br />Infinite chariot driving mud. <br />Sweet dew drips across the tawny <br />Leaves, a fabric of Victoria’s <br />Corset flutters in the swinging <br />Tree, a dying mongrel in the gutter - <br />A hazy line of refugees. <br /> <br />I can feel an army charging, <br />Foot-soul blades of bayonet, <br />Ablaze in battle, brothers screaming - <br />Infinite cannon, carmine dawn. <br />A mother’s kiss across her infant’s <br />Brow, a lover’s rose of last night’s <br />Courtship, mangled in the bloody <br />Snow, a girl is singing in the rubble - <br />The ubiquitous song of war<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ubiquitous-song/
