Did you see the poppies?

Did you see the glass-red poppies running round the Tower of London?

Did you see the thousands of people leaning over  and peering down, staring and staring as if they couldn’t quite believe what they were seeing?

Did you wonder whether it should stay there for all time but growing poppy by poppy, each time there was a terrible war, so the Tower turned red?

And when the Tower turned red should we drift them into space, glass-red, porcelain poppies circling the world like a great, crimson sea so that travellers from distant stars should know what we do and beware?