A Million Mushrooms - The Gothic Archies

A million mushrooms fill the field

Where marchers' bodies lately fell

More marchers marching heavy-heeled

Release more spores that march as well

Across the twilit shadow ground

And over long-bewildered farms

Through palaces, where not a sound

Is heard, though there should be alarms

But winter comes and only ice

Is crushed beneath the marching feet

In all the land where once was rice

There now is nothing fit to eat

Except mushrooms which nourish not

The body, nourish not the mind

And often poison, eating rot

The marchers march insane and blind