To The Sod

Return me, please, to the home I once knew,
To the sod and the dirt and the old earthen hue
Bequeathed by an angel, but lost to the new;
My memory serves as reminder to you.
If not stand I here, stand I where we once trod,
Through sickening soils, through thick blood and the fog.

Will we not know where the ghost will arise?
I shall warn you child, you will not for some while.