In Fields of Corn
The poppies grow in fields of corn
Lamenting days gone by.
Once they were soldiers
Sounding their battle cry;
Now distant memories lie stillborn.
Each poppy a memorial between a
Sea of proud husks bray,
And each corn of scorn
Ordains the soldiers day;
Once aromatic flowering placenta.
And the generals did it in for them.
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