on picking up a crepe paper poppy outside of lincoln cathedral By J. W. Summerisle
poppy from the cloud
of god from
god come clouds
of poppies
creped
our thin skin red
november numb
remember this i
picked a cathedral apart
from its poppy polished
bloom upon my skin
herein the sand is blackened
ocean on our toes baptismal
mother water molds our
marks like creping
small sheet of
paper pepper
shaped and showered
hot within my hand
beholden wrong that
i should hold it
heaping feet upon my head
remembrance marches
in the service of such flowers
who fold just
like the dead
of god from
god come clouds
of poppies
creped
our thin skin red
november numb
remember this i
picked a cathedral apart
from its poppy polished
bloom upon my skin
herein the sand is blackened
ocean on our toes baptismal
mother water molds our
marks like creping
small sheet of
paper pepper
shaped and showered
hot within my hand
beholden wrong that
i should hold it
heaping feet upon my head
remembrance marches
in the service of such flowers
who fold just
like the dead
J. W. Summerisle's Bio:
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