Lyric Orphans

i now describe my country
       as if to strangers
       this train is full of songs       
       of local winners
       and the wind surrounds the towers
       and the flags they are blowing
       and the bunting and the distance
       stretches over our sound

       and when he teases the children
       he calls them orphans
       and he cries for all the flowers
       of the forest
       in his head there is no reason
       to be sad about the garden
       but his heart bleeds very often
       for things forgotten like little orphans