Jun 3, 2014

a slow death






a flower is harvested

 sold

displayed and exhibited

considered

then before tilting to fade

bought

sprayed with fresh water  to revive, to parade

driven

then offered

a gentle grateful  feminine  gasp

placed

fresh water poured onto dead things

 hardly looked at anymore  

 bending its head.. to go


 the flower knows

 the flower does not know

why

 over its fate, it has no  control