I snatched two poppies <br />From the parapet’s ledge, <br />Two bright red poppies <br />That winked on the ledge. <br />Behind my ear <br />I stuck one through, <br />One blood red poppy <br />I gave to you. <br /> <br />The sandbags narrowed <br />And screwed out our jest, <br />And tore the poppy <br />You had on your breast ... <br />Down - a shell - O! Christ, <br />I am choked ... safe ... dust blind, I <br />See trench floor poppies <br />Strewn. Smashed you lie.<br /><br />Isaac Rosenberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-trenches/
