Elysian Fields Poem by Gary G Willmore

Sunshine breaks the dawn
As stench of decay drifts on the winds our way
The beast we have tempered today
But tomorrow is a new morn

Across this desolate land we pray
God above give us one more day
We stack the dead in holes of gray
Behind the wire and trenches they lay

Nameless are the ones who fell
All young lost hope we bury their shells
All souls have traveled up from this hell
To live in Elysian Fields