Spanish Sowing: 1938

Worn out fields where bomb and shell

Scattered iron seeds of hell

Grow their scarecrow crops. The torn

Bones will keep the roots of corn.

Now there is no single blade

Standing, where the live brigade

Wavered, mustered out and fled

To the armies of. the dead.

Fighters grown upon the land

Shall be seeing where they stand,

Over the invaders' feet,

Broad backed regiments of wheat.