Poppies

Crimson spreads over his chest, eyes glassy, hands slowly
Losing grip, beat of my heart fastens, like cheetah chasing prey.
I look at him, hoping, praying, he’ll say something,
As he lay rest on Flanders field.

Vivid blood red petals surrounding black centres,
Side by side, painting the horizon crimson.
Soldier beside solider, standing solemnly,
As thy flowers grow on Flanders field.

Him and I stood side by side,
Keeping our dull blue eyes wide,
The hope we vested as we stride,
Along with friends, and our pride,
The lonely poppies, our only guide.