Idle poppies in the sand
Idle poppies singing to the wind
They feed off blood
They feed off the earth
They stand side by side
They stand at equal height
They are beautiful
They are alive;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Then the sky
            Cracks
                  Open


        A strike
                     Of dawn
   On the delicacies
                 Of the seawater
     
     
        Sobbing
              And draining
    They 
     

             Depart





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