Pass the day for bravado, br And I will not meet your eye – br The waves of barley pass below br A wake of hurricane br I have not a soldier met, the fields br Of running blood - br These wretched patches, boiling sod, intransigent br Mercurial earth. br Pass the day my caged canary, br And I will not stop to chatter – br The craters spot the shattered whey br A rage of understood br I have but a final wish, the dream br Of Constantine - br These wretched patches, boiling mud, intransigent br Mercurial earth.