Thursday, January 15, 2015

Ceramic poppy

Ceramic poppy arrived Jan 2015
From hundreds of thousands of comrades,
once proudly at attention,
dispersed as demobbed troops
it is solitary now.
A seed of remembrance
planted in new soil
like fallen troops
in foreign fields.

Petals, red as lips,
that will neither speak
nor bless another with a kiss.
Its steel stem
like so many family trees.
Petals, red as fresh blood,
gather the raindrops
like machinegun fire
and the fallen

Though I have no memories,
I will remember.
Though I have no ties,
I will connect.
Though I have no grief,
I will sorrow.

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