A. F. i.e.d. l.d o.f. F.l.o.w.e.r.s.

The surface of the lake forever an arsenal of sky
mirrored surface destroying by touch
a picture flashing by
of a field of flowers blue green yellow high
a million miles a million miles
like some junkie cosmonaut
A million miles below their feet
The flowers grow to the sun
rise up through the street
pierce the metal through the soldiers gun
to her home to the bone
to the weapons that fall to the ground
and spring up as flowers
in a lost field
on a mountain
until the cellphone goes off
human voices detonate
and then we drown