Flower In Transit
Flower in Transit
When the red rose was crushed in the turrets
of time in which blood trickled from thorny
crowns of creation hooks and thorns set loose
a pact with the devil lock stock and barrel
Petals dissolved in crimson powder once the
wicked wick alit the trigger sent laurels
of damnation six foot under rising to hell
a scorched lullaby and ballistic epitaph
Seeds were broken the covenant’s meaning
abandoned before ink on agreed contracts
had dried as perfumed bouquets reeked of steeled
metal dead skin and wanton demise
For that one moment though when she mounted the tank
and planted the flower she dreamt that the thorns
might get stuck in the hearts of transit’s deceit for to
change the trajectory and the smell of red roses to linger
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