Walking weary night
That stalks in dank gullies
And dry sand
And waits.
Night that strays into wounded morning
Whispers black into the dawn.
Whispers into the black earth and the black clouds
And the slow black silence that creeps over the ground.
No green and pleasant land
In Night\'s dark kingdom.
Trees stripped and stark
Lurch out of the mud
Burning black against the grey of forgotten sunlight.
Unconsecrated and unattended,
This hill, this field
This bleeding piece of earth
This blood black desert
Land of the dead.