Red Poppies

For the lost soldiers,
red poppies grace the land.
A sea of them a-butt a castle.
Although they serve one family,
claiming to be royal,
they are individualized,
porcelain, almost permanent,
registered, and swaying.
It is a solemn occasion,
how growth comes back.
Once a man, now a poppy,
a useless flower,
except for its beauty,
just like any other,
and none of which are real.

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