Words may be ignored

Amid the chitter

Of chicks

Scattering sounds indiscriminately

As a child blows bubbles

Just to see them drift


Actions might be gesture

Safely consigned

As mere signs of life

Little ones dance loose

To music parents cannot hear

So seem mad in youth


But those ridiculous flags

You laughed scornfully at

Forgetting it was you

Who left me only ugly scraps

To stitch and patch

Were dyed in blood


Still, I need do nothing to repay

And in that way

I will ensure

Such a thin crowd

When they lower you

To your grave