poppies cry red petals
Tiny black seeds drifting.
Grim reaper sifting.
Death's finger embraces
Black seeds' traces.
Soil lies bare,
Red colors everywhere.
Poppies cry red petals.
Chests drip red medals.
Reports cover wounds
That eyes cannot see.
Headquarters puts pins
On a map of battlefield sins.
Measures the movement
Of youth it cannot see.
First causes look for reasons.
Effects turn into seasons.
Wind blows away years
That no one can see.
Minds forget gentle.
Vision is coincidental.
Fortunetellers are speechless.
The crystal ball cannot see.
Fields of poppies grow.
Cover everything we know.
Red roses pine
For a love they cannot see.
An infinity of horror
Bleeds into tomorrow.
Justice is blinded
And can no longer see.
My love stands at the ocean
Stares through emotion.
I stand at land’s end,
Too far away to see.
Poppies cry red petals.
Chests drip red medals.
I wait for my love
And my love waits for me.