Poppy fields

Red it splashes
Through the wheat and barley,
Violent clashes
Of fiery colours, only

Marking the earth.
Lying on a flat map of patience;
Seeds give birth
To the colour of conscience.

Scarlet sky markers
Show the flowery way
To the earth's breast
From the fresh tilled day.

Rape only screams
At a yellowed sky;
Scarlet, the colour of dreams
Questions why

The farmer's curse
Is creation's delicacy?
As summer nears
Its own bright ecstasy.

The Saviour's hands
Touch this field and bleed
From deep wounds
Upon the waiting seeds.