The War

This empty 
 Empty land 
With its empty  
 Empty pits 
Not even a single fish in the river 
      Upon this desolate ground 
Over yonder there 
     Is the mountain 
As you say 
    Birds fly there 
Yet I cannot see these creatures 
Great and small - 
   Arriving at the station 
There is not one to greet 
     After the cold 
Cold war 
  The soldiers coming home 
     With a burning cigarette 
          In a chapped mouth 
 Of lips that scream 
    Through 
 The empty 
         land