[Taped to
his service elevator frame in the spirit of the previous set of messages.]
What do you see in our eyes
At the shrieking iron and flame
Hurled through still heavens?
What quaver--what heart aghast?
Poppies whose roots are in man's veins
Drop, and are ever dropping;
But mine in my ear is safe--
Just a little white with the dust.
[Unsigned, but it should be obvious enough who it's from. Along with it, taped to the note, there is a single
flower. On first glance it appears dried, but then proves to be a fake when touched.]