William Stafford - At the Un-National Monument Along the Canadian Border lyrics

This is the field where the battle did not happen Where the unknown soldier did not die This is the field where gra** joined hands Where no monument stands And the only heroic thing is the sky Birds fly here without any sound Unfolding their wings across the open No people k**ed — or were k**ed — on this ground Hallowed by neglect and an air so tame That people celebrate it by forgetting its name