Roses and gold

For you today,

And the flash of flying flags.

I will have

Ashes,

Dust in my hair,

Crushes of hoofs.

Your name

Fills the mouth

Of rich man and poor.

Women bring

Armfuls of flowers

And throw on you.

I go hungry

Down in dreams

And loneliness,

Across the rain

To slashed hills

Where men wait and hope for me.