Bones lie where they fell, bullets long buried silence –each Spring poppies bloom. Too many widowsstooped today, wilting at graves —mourning doves take flight. Uniformed, each Springthey march Main in Everytowntrying to forget.   image by Greg Cartmell Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge.  Frank says:This week, write the haikai poem of…