Poppy came and said hello;
There were no other fellow
Red tops to sway in unison,
In the breeze, in June again.
Just one single solitary,
Lonely, lively, little poppy.
I said hello to the red flower;
And spent much of that hour
Listening to its silent song
Unaccompanied by a throng.
The hour waned and the flower
Flamed as if alive with blood.
Then it sadly waved goodbye
In that late afternoon mud
Of muddled, mingled death
Where trenched corpses breath
Ceased and
Breathed no more.
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