In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
This line suggests that the battle in the poem is still physically being fought. Alternatively, the souls of the dead will hear the guns for eternity. 
