They Are Beautiful and Pitiful

Seven flowers to announce bloom,

Three to birth to their yellow dust sneeze.

It’s kitty cat poison, lick to cleanse themselves

On their tongue, into their tiny bodies.

 

Never too soon to open up,

To wither, knocked down

Cooped in a jar, sand and glow

Of Italian discovery-channel glass.

 

Fed life juice to extend their human time

Short existence.

Extra-terrestrial time to them,

They belong to a different experience.

 

However,

Changed by people picking,

Box stuffed, shelf stock in buckets,

Sold for money, another poison.

 

He surprises her with them,

The supposed funeral flower.

Lovely and smelling of urine he claims,

Nothing dire to her, they are beautiful and pitiful.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[lee von cleef]

You have taken snow flakes so delicate packed them hand tight with ice to break a windshield .