FLOWER OF DEATH
The seed was planted
Earth to Sky...
The native flower
burned and died...
The petals fell
to rot & smolder...
My tears stifled
on your shoulder.
The corpse bloomed bright
in red & green...
The body wept
for sights unseen...
The voice was trimmed
from root to pistol...
A life of death...
A rose of thistle.
Written By Jason Wright
JULY 5, 2006