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Piper
and when the poppies bloom
above the bed of a silver sea
is when the music of the pipes
blows so faint and bitterly

in the mellowing of paper
and the shuffle of a pen
beneath the thirsty ash
lay the rows of advancing red

then in the hollows of the blackened hills
and in the swooping wind entrenched
the music of the piper plays
his summons never quenched
© C.S.G.