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