A little bird sat on the window sill
Holding onto the last petal of flower that nature had left.
Humanity is vanishing,
With the strike of covid_19. ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.