And The Fieldmice Heard Them Dying Poem by Janet Mary Zylstra

The wheat and the tares were sown together
And together they were slain;
But the poppies and grass on the No Man's Land
Were untouched and allowed to remain.

And the rooks and the ravens soared the clouds,
Out for the carrion-kill,
But the fieldmice hid in the poppy-field;
Soundless. Not breathing. Still.

And the cannons roared a thunderclap
That quartered the Norman air,
And the wheat and the tares held out their hands
In poppy-scarlet prayer.