The Landscape Changes 

I lost a Dear Friend 

A man so dishonest 

That I doubted myself 

But he is now gone 

I chopped him into pieces 

Each of are clean

The green fields have returned 

They are no longer under threat 

And will grow unpolluted 

Away from disease and false songs 

I am painting with my rifle butt

Its bayonet tired is now garden stake 

Surrounded by flowers of great beauty 

Sensual Landscape