Field

I walked on a field that wasn't there

floated in darkness, breathed thick air

no birds sang, no flowers fair

I walked on a field that wasn't there.

I died in a loch that was dead already

the fish decayed, the rainfall heavy

houses ruined all around

no birds sang, no, not a sound.

I walked on a field I'd walked before

my footprints bloody, my red eyes sore

nature lay ruined all around

no birds sang, no life was found.

No life was found, just you and me

and we are memories of a sea

that once comprised most every thing.

and worst of all, no birds sing.

No birds do sing, no birds do sing

can you hear the grief

no birds do sing.