pinhole tears

black ink new eyes

paint on me pastel skies

first child one of three

lay me on the poppy

faded sleeve stolen guise

pour in me golden lies

take my child first to be

lay me in the poppy

tattered skin eulogize

under me the mother cries

first born finally free

lay me under the poppy

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