The Poppy (Part 2)

by JJ Merryweather



Dear little poppy, you are growing in the mud, lavishly enriched with my own spilled blood.

Dear little poppy your petals are so red. T’was upon this very spot I was shot in the head.

Dear little poppy, your beauty’s beyond all doubt. It was in that dirty trench I had my guts blown out.

Dear little poppy I’m a casualty of War. My spirit haunts these fields but my body is no more.


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