I think god took you away
that blissful- ancient mist of man,
just swept you up one day
with a big turtle hand.
Turned you into a pillar of marble.
in place of your warm, sweet skin
scribbled a few words to replace your smile
cold numbers in place of a shimmering rainbow... 1969-2001.
My nuclear winter...how devastatingly cold.
thoroughly hoed my Eden mind.
velvet flowers uprooted by a R.I.P. current
to make room for plastic words- plastic flowers
sprinkled with salt and sorrow