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.]