I snatched two poppies From the parapet's ledge, Two bright red poppies That winked on the ledge. Behind my ear I stuck one through, One blood red poppy I gave to you. The sandbags narrowed And screwed out our jest, And tore the poppy You had on your breast ... Down — a shell — O! Christ, I am choked ... safe ... dust blind, I See trench floor poppies Strewn. Smashed you lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COONEY POTTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HORACE TO LEUCONOE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |