The poppies took your fiance
The poppies took your sleep
Not fussing or carrying on
Simple warm caretaker and friend
Your man swaddled in clear
Honeycombed plastic hot water injected
Brought his temperature to 35.5
Eyelids flutter as we talk
Stroking back close cropped hair
Feel the bone under there
Mind crying out in thought
Your children grew to love
The man who loved you
Took you his only love
His sorrow like a blanket
Out of time and out
Of time with his love
Steady strong dark haired Athena
 Joshua Hughes
15.June.2013
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This really interests me. What is this in reference to?
One of my brother’s high school friends overdosed on heroin, and at the hospital my father and I had the privilege of meeting his fiance. This poem was for her. He died the day after our visit.