Mars

March


March . Was that the month it all began ?

I hardly noticed - trouble with the drains
A tile was lost - the ceiling leaking in the rain
But earth was ploughed and also seeds were sown

Between the Tiber and the town .


On fields of Mars , the vegetables sprout ,
the citizens are gathered for the count
The soldiers drilling up and down
Are ready for the year’s campaign
In brand new boots with iron spears
They’re stamping on the cabbage bed
Between the sheets - a horses head
A laurel wreath . Around the ears
In April , missiles raining down


In Summer , springs a fiery crown


                                                                                                    Anita Greg 14/04/2018

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