Bottoms are up
Heads in the ground
As sleepish trees
Unwake surround
Eating the dirt
Arms reach down
Hands dig deep
Fingering round
Bodies upended
Legs upstair
Feet leaf blown
Toes breathe air
Shuteye stare
No prayer to stand
Hears not the breeze
Treads not the land
Unwakened trees
Deaf to their snore
As chanting herds
Hear songs of war
