In the Trenches

 I snatched two poppies 
From the parapet’s ledge, 
Two bright red poppies 
That winked on the ledge.
 
Behind my ear 
I stuck one through, 
One blood red poppy 
I gave to you.
 

The sandbags narrowed 
And screwed out our jest, 
And tore the poppy 
You had on your breast .
.
.
 
Down - a shell - O! Christ, 
I am choked .
.
.
 safe .
.
.
 dust blind, I 
See trench floor poppies 
Strewn.
 Smashed you lie.

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