Heaven's Meadows (Poetry)

I mowed the fields of heaven in a single night
I used a flying saucer a mile wide
with a million blades beneath it
                        glinting in the full moon’s light
and Gabriel as co-pilot inside.

We sang a hymn — a rousing song for mowers
the chorus was a thousand voices strong
as angels joined us, gathering cut flowers
and making golden hay the whole night long.

Poppy garlands hung from every tree top
daisy chains were strung from star to star
the barns were overflowing — such a rich crop
a perfect harvest dreamed amidst a war.

Death mowed the fields of battle in a single night
he cut a swathe with his cold sleight of hand
a million hearts stopped beating, lost their last fight
so no one sang and silence filled the land.