I'Ve Gathered Your Flowers

"I'VE GATHERED YOUR FLOWERS" the wine runs down the back of my neck. my head bows and my arms open wide. the bottle has kept this madness glorious. I drink as I gather. your death is my life. my life is your life. here’s your second chance. be good to it. the word is mightier than the sword. rest in pieces to who you were. congratulations to who you’ve become. my hand cups your breast as we cap the night. where crashing water flows, I collect the flowers from your death. I hide them in dirt and the sunlight that came up on our first morning, gave you flight. By: Chicano Eddie