Field of Poppies

Weapons gleam in rows
We crouch at whim of crowns
to win the day or die
Rage held at bay
until the order comes

Fear clenched and held
as we face the enemy
across a field of wire
Silence in the air
before the noise

Did I dream of you
in that long moment
as the bullets flew
Blood thinned by tears
as death walked free

And beneath a rising Moon
I felt a sorrow rise
for those still and cold
Lives lost to slaughter
in a field of poppies