Where the Poppies Grow

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Author Notes:
For my fellow Veterans, an unflinching witness to the private wars carried home by those who answered the call, an attempt to give voice and shape to the quiet, persistent gravity that follows service. Listen without politics: name the cost, thank the living, and hold space for the wounds you cannot see.

[Verse 1]
I marched beside flags bright - broken under the sun, 
Knees bowed by prayers I learned to keep, 
A kiss — a clasp — an earnest prayer outrun; 
We traded lullabies for the long, thin sleep.

[Verse 2] 
Thunder taught a language all its own.
A grammar in the earth promising never to end; 
Weather designed to deliver brass on stone, 
Names erased in a flash, but none capable to mend.

[Pre‑Chorus]
Names in the air — 
We carried more.

[Chorus] 
Shadows march within my skull like sentries slow, 
Faces, blown to silence, mouth the old alarm; 
I count the absent footsteps where the poppies grow, 
Burdened by the shifting weight of memories in weary arms.

[Spoken Interlude] 
We answered a call.
Wielded lightning in our grip.

[Bridge] 
We learned to listen for the meat of sound.
A hinge, a cough — a world of small betrayals.
My muscles still flinch at a distant round.
My bedfold harbors the map of ruined vales.

[Verse 3] 
Whispered quiet names like beacons through the night.
They praised the war as tidy, just, and done.
But rows of coffins drown the smallest light.
Flags and medals hang — like moon beside the gun.

[Verse 4] 
On nights I fold my heart beneath the glint, 
Closed eyes witness the long parade of mouths unclosed; 
Distant voices, like a flash against the flint, 
Igniting sparks that only leave my soul exposed.

[Chorus]
Shadows march within my skull like sentries slow, 
Faces, blown to silence, mouth the old alarm; 
I count the absent footsteps where the poppies grow, 
Burdened by the shifting weight of memories in weary arms.

[Final Chorus] 
Shadows forever keep their vigil in my head, 
No time for grief, nor apology for what I’ve bled.

[Outro] 
We answered for a country; we returned to its silence. 
Speak the name of one who served; if only the silence you break.

[fade to end]

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