The Poppy Fields

Machine guns rattle, there's screams in the air,
We shield our eyes from the bomb lights glare.
My comrades fall to the blood-ridden ground,
They lay, lifeless dead, not making a sound.
I can't spare a stray thought for others,
I must forget about my new found brothers.
Yet still I troop on for freedom and love,
A cause not nearly good enough.

Fear shivers, convulses, the carnage is all I can see,
Cough on the bile threatening to choke me.
I start running, the bombs are falling,
I know whats coming, the reaper is calling.
I feel the bullets ripple through the muscle, the skin
A hole for each of the seven deadly sins.
Silence fell and there lay my body,
and amongst the terror stood one lonely poppy.

by Laura Wills

Comments (1)

There lay my body! The horror of the terror! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.