( the idea of plants and flowers stirs a memory, and it takes Clarke a moment to try and fully recall it. some lines from a poem during another of the world wars- ah. )

Poppies. We should see if La Llorona has poppies, there was a poem about them with fallen soldiers during one of the world wars. The first, I think? In Flanders fields, where poppies blow, between the crosses, row on row.