The Potter's Field
No gravestone witnessed on these grounds,
Field of Blood the worn sign read.
Blue flowers thrive with tinge of white
within this field where mercy runs;
Countless folk lie buried here
Abandoned, forgotten– these dead.
Still nature honors them with care
each June when wild cornflowers bloom.
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