You lie buried asleep in a corn field
it’s not the rose it ’s not the tulip
watching over you from the shade of the ditches
but a thousand red poppies.
RiZoMa
collective project on poetry, literature, cinema & politics
You lie buried asleep in a corn field
it’s not the rose it ’s not the tulip
watching over you from the shade of the ditches
but a thousand red poppies.
