IN MEMORIAM

WE WERE A PLOT OF SOLDIER FLOWERS
ONWARD BLOOMING YEAR AFTER YEAR,
PERENNIALLY, PINK AND PERKY
IN SPITE OF WEATHERING COLD, ICE,
WIND AND BLAZING SUN. NEVER WATERED
SAVE FROM THE SKY, NEVER NOTICED,
SAVE THE DAY SHE ORDERED US TO DIE.
A HEARTLESS, SHE-CREATURE'S WHIM
UP-ROOTED OUR FLOWERY MISSION,
COVERED WITH MULCH OUR BIVOUAC.
NO POPPIES WILL GRACE OUR FLANDER'S
TO REMIND ANYONE THAT WE LIVED.