Poetry - 'Beneath The Poppies'

"Beneath The Poppies"A poem for the fallen boys of a war a hundred years gone

When I am dead and gone from herelay me down in the earth of the fallenIn these cratered grounds I don't belongBut I promiseas a guestI will accompany you in a nameless deathBuried below the earthen layer of warthe soil of your living horrorLet me intrude with my bodyfor it will soak up the lost bloodhave lived the lost dreamsheard the lost screamsand felt the lost loveLike yours, this body will never find homeSo let our corpses lie here together aloneMy flesh may be fresh, but the soul is oldand it finds its everlasting restin this blood-stained wet grassReach your calcite hand to entwinewith the cold blue vellum of mineFinding each otherthough years too lateBut what does it matterwhen all we knew has moved on at this stageYou and I may not have lived life togetherbut hand in hand we'll live death foreverLying here beneath the field of poppiesgrown thick by the enrichment of bodiesYou and I among them.