The Bittern Cry

My children now... throw themselves into the blue sky rolling down the hill of Summer tumbling over & over exploding with laughter as they lie stretched out in a field of poppies that delights the eye & might clouds re-enact mighty battles the dead lost somewhere between here & Heaven my children now their bodies strewn amongst a field of poppies as if scattered like those who had fallen in some long ago morning that History has recorded turned into a text my children now are studying lying in their laughter scattered amongst these the same fields of poppies forever returning to grace our present summer my children now the happy inheritors of the lost dead.