The Coin of Life

There is a farmer's field across the way
From where the army barracks stand.
I walked the tract and up Pig's Bay;
I stopped - I looked across the square-bashed land.
Through the May heat I see the ringing bell.
Or is it a gun? 'Come on, lads, playtime's
Over.' The plain of grief I see with all
Too perverse a mind, the slant of grief that sometimes
Leans on the lustre. The brass pardons grief
And drumbeats steady hearts that flutter high
With hearts of worm that stare in disbelief.
'If only we could tell then we would lie.
Knowing both sides of the coin of life,
Phials are they to speak for genes of wife.'