Alive Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

What a day to be alive.
Woodland fragranced air strokes
And lovingly envelopes me, frees me more,
Frees my mind and heart to leap
And lap the sylvan nectar.
Every blade diamond drenched,
And every tree hand in lacy bewebbed hand
As they gather their bramble petticoats
And shyly show their fruits.
So good to be alive.
And below me men are crying,
Dying in their filthy holes,
Terror's rictus grin on their patriotic faces
As He lovingly envelopes them,
Frees them from everything
To lap His foetid nectar
And never want to leave.
What a day to die.