The lips of dead men...

The lips of dead men whispered thoughtlessly

A single word of silence in the earth.

Already every flower, every tree

Has wildly overdone its springtime birth.

Bandages are torn off, again undressed

The earth does not want healing. It wants pain.

Spring is not peace at all. Spring is not rest

At all. Spring is enemy terrain.

We went with other lovers on patrol

To see if we could reach our goal.

We were sent to the End of Rainbow Land,

Though we already knew: the dead return;

Though we already knew: the storm is borne

Out of a young girl's open hand.