ode to the poppies

( photo downloaded from http://www.etsy.com/shop/kristend12 sorry could not resist putting it up here)

poppies in the field
sway with the wind
the blooded petals
sigh along with the breeze
...
i see them
every morning
worried that a petal
might have suffered a blow
fallen down
or crushed by human treason
the poppies will soon die

nostalgia hunts me
poppies in the field
that bloomed with the wind
the dark petals
seeking sanctuary,
as they were slayed
slashed and slashed through
the poppies die

poppies in the field
sway with the wind
the blooded petals sigh
along with the past