Flanders

Flanders, oh Flanders
who would've known, or guessed
that you'd be
an afterthought
or even an aftermath
to some incident called
Leuven

a bloody and nervous tick
connected to rape fields
and sheep that won't fit into a rhyme
(and the knee, the knee)

Flanders, oh Flanders
you shall reap
the benefit of fallen soldiers
and women
'the poppies in the underwear'

Flanders, oh Flanders
you have resurrected the dead today
and I shall
abide-by-the-past
conquest and expulsions.