Poppy Field Poem by Sanja Lukic

Poppy field

Do the infirmities of the night bind you in the bloody field of poppies. In a flash of Sotoning blessings!
Or sleep my lamb in the jaws of the beast by the river of pain. Tomorrow will never play God,
to talk about what we could have done but didn't.
And when the morning washes the cheeks of tired lovers,
from the secret meetings of the returnees,
while tossing a coin to a beggar on the road,
take,
that's how much sins cost!

by Sanja Lukic & RM