Blood Masks the Lea by Deborah Guzzi

In Flanders Fields, by Dirk Lemmens, 1959

Blood Masks the Lea
 
Blood masks the lea, the blasted loam
upon whose breasts soldiers came home.
The earth, herself, held each to chest
the mist of sky killed with each breath
as ruined green became their tomb.
 
Men strafed by shells and gassed by fume:
cast akimbo, blown to their doom
entrenched, barb fenced; death coalesced;
blood masks the lea.
 
Eight million French, their valor shown;
most shy twenty lay beneath stone:
Russians, Brits, Italians, Yanks, rest
thirty seven million, our best
slaughtered and listed in old tomes; 
blood masks the lea.
 
 
French Rondeau after:
Flanders Fields by John McCrae