Wild berries under stricken sky

Wild berries under stricken sky
Cover the wooded lea.
Vines of strawberry, a gorsebush,
A damp briered blackberry patch.
Plush and perky in places
Otherwise scarred by hunters' trail.

There it's trampled and the
Berries blaze in richly
Crumpled sticky evidence of death
From driveway to roadside
A half mile of blood.

The foxhole covered
In wild berries home to cubs who
Howl to stricken sky.