The soil is rich with heavy lead
Where the wild clover used to spread
A helmet rests in muddy gray
Waiting for the light of day
Green glass crystals in the rain
Feeding on the metal pain
Thunder rolls from far away
Turning all the garden gray
Silaam vines wrap round the rim
The morning light is growing dim
Rootlets grip the rusted strap
Caught inside a frozen trap
Green glass crystals in the rain
Feeding on the metal pain
Thunder rolls from far away
Turning all the garden gray
The Latin names are lost in grit
Where the jagged shards will fit
Patience is a slow design
Crossing over every line
Green glass crystals in the rain
Feeding on the metal pain
Thunder rolls from far away
Turning all the garden gray
Boot prints mark the salted clay
Where the heavy cannons play
Nitrogen is burning cold
While the emerald leaves unfold
Deep in the dirt the minerals glow
Watching the toxic river flow
One piece of steel is all that stays
Lost in a chemical summer haze
I prune the stems of neon light
Hidden from the soldier's sight
Dirt under nails and oil on skin
Where the new growth will begin
Green glass crystals in the rain
Feeding on the metal pain
Thunder rolls from far away
Turning all the garden gray
Just a helmet in the mud.
Green glass in the blood.
Green glass rust.
