The Field Trench’d with Tears

In a field trench’d with tears

A matron holds her charge

In a field trench’d with tears

Struggle jaunts on some barge

Passing wounded morals

A matron holds her charge

With hands that are laurels

Bestow’d on fallen men

Passing wounded morals

She rushes once again

Deliv’ring that silence

Bestow’d on fallen men

Like a song of thought whence

The mem’ries are awash

Deliv’ring that silence

Broken by “Oh my gosh!”

In a field trench’d with tears

The mem’ries are awash

In a field trench’d with tears