Distorted is my view

Distorted is my view from this field.
Up from between red poppies I glare.
Not seeing you passing so fare.
Copper us the salty taste filling my words.
Unable to form them as earth splashes across my face.
Why do you stand there chest heaving.
Tears struggle but will not from tired eyes flow.
Distorted is my view from this field.
Up from between red poppies I glare.
As men rush about me everything’s upended.
See me here beside my friends is thus any way to end.
Check my hearts beat before the rest into the soil seeps.
Rumbling of the day seems now far away.
Please sit with me for a while and stay.
Cold, so cold I feel while the sun between grounds bursts.
Brighter grow the flashes until at last they grow dim.
Distorted is my view from this field.
Up from between red poppies I glare.
Why are your faces sullen and sad.
Don’t leave me here I won’t get mad.
Take more than my memory take me home.
Yelling’s stopped the crack and report or rounds are ended
Distorted is my view from this field.
Up from between red poppies I glare.
Leaving me here with these in silence I pray.
Cold why marble marks my new home.
Never more from this field will I roam.
Call on me when you return so I can learn
Learn what this day means and what we earned.
Distorted is my view from this field.
Up from between red poppies I glare.
WAM

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