Look around you, boys. The field’s on fire with them. Don’t they move just like fire?
The world around us is on fire, boys. You can see it burning, burning. I can’t bear it. There’s no more time, now. No more time for pain. Time is the way men measure pain, boys. No more pain, now, and no more time.
Can’t you see it, boys? The world I love is on fire. I can’t bear it. To let you out into it, alone. We’ll go among the poppies, together, now. Don’t they move just like fire?
Come with me now, boys.