A May Day

(a)

A may day, it is a soundless space where cadavers unravel
And where the soil and grass eat up sunrays
Sunrays and footsteps-Hurrah, hurrah
And vines grow out of rigid navy pockets
Winding up through earth and old shoes
And the stiffs in their graves whisper
"I think I should break into blossom
Any day now, any day now," a may day.

(b)

*War references, anyone?