Mary opens the window and leans out
The cold weather has set in; the rain will fall soon.
Her boy is in the garden
Moving the 3rd battalion against artillery.
The artillery is dug in and cuts the brave men down.
The cavalry charge, to some success
But for the 3rd it is too late.
The boy laughs and clutches a tall soldier with a red coat,
His wife will never see him again,
The worms will destroy and conquer all.
Mary pulls back and shudders,
The boy’s father works on the fishing ships and comes home drunk
A heavy man with coarse ways.
But the boy always has shoes and clothes
And more toys than he needs.
The little girl in the bassinet cries softly once,
Turns and falls asleep.
Mary closes the window and watches as the first raindrops fall on the window.
The boy feels the rain too,
The cavalry becomes bogged down in the muddy ground
And riflemen come out and cut them down.
The rain comes harder and the boy can’t find the reinforcements,
They’re lost in the clover.