Nicely written. Regardless of whether one is pro-war or anti-war, I think we can all appreciate the massive loss that war brings. I especially like the tying in of blood with the red of the poppies within the title, almost as if every poppy that now litters the field is a dropp of blood from a wounded soldier.
I like the premise of this poem. It's hard to say exactly what goes on in the mind of a mentally handicapped person. People have a tendancy to treat them as though they're sub-human. I like the idea that when they get to the other side, they will be free from their earthly impediment.