Poppies

I lay in your arms on a Vacant bed of Poppies Watching a midnight blue sky As ancient ferns opened curtains wide Cathedral upon cathedral Passed before our vision Each belled more splendid than the next Slave doors were but half opened We saw arches being lifted Marx and Brecht nodding in agreement We turned and rested in "I AM" The poppies faded Their red turning to blood Black centres becoming AFRIKA !