Richard Ansell

A Dark Evening

The poppies bow in honour of the fallen,
Swaying in the breeze, in fear of time,
Red gaping wounds upon the planets corpse,
Each scarlet petal a tear shed for our crimes,
Worn in remembrance of our shame…

Storm clouds gather, predicting repetition,
The starless grey sky prepares to weep
It’s bitter flood upon the sighing earth,

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