Red Poppy
Red poppies,
Is it safe to walk across your chattel?
Shadows pace your blood-red opium lusciousness.
You're charismatic pulsating red hue,
Intoxicating under the rising dawn
And quiet golden yellow honey.
Are they asleep?
Or,
Are they heaving the dead
From the shadow of battle?
Shadows hunt your sweetness,
Drifting beyond rest in empty silence.
You don't let them go;
You drag them off
In your undertow
Relieving their pain,
Dulling their senses.
Red poppies,
Is it safe to walk across your chattel?
4/14/2020
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