Bloom

Corpses bloom like flowers,

Festering in the spring heat.

The flies serenade, dance;

Sanctify the rotting meat.

 

Corpses bloom like flowers

On yon hill; there, hundreds

Upon hundreds met their end

And became seedlings of

 

The future world; their blood

Waters the valleys, and lo!

Roseate tulips bloom upon

The soldiers’ uniforms!