Treasure Island

John Westlake

(Crawley)

023. Remembering The Forgotten Dead


A man lies in a poppy field
his face like a sheet
dead to the world
and all its creatures

The storm clouds gather
it begins to rain
the sky is weeping
mourning a lost soul

O rain take him in
restore his mysterious life
or leave him there
to be found by no one

The poppy a sign of remembrance
not to forget the dead
the man’s body is added
to the battle fields of peace

Submitted: Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Edited: Saturday, March 29, 2014

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Topic(s): war

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