Flowers Shall Grow
From our bodies, dead and deceased,
of decaying flesh rotted off bone,
poking through loose lavish soil
flowers sprout and feed from the sun
From the corpse's arm, a reeling ranunculus
reaches toward the sky’s bright star
snaking its roots between marrow and meal
suckling the dew of morning’s break
From the heel, a snapdragon floret
promenades through the skin of carbon feet
folding petals, one over the other
drawing beauty from
From the stomach, a dahlia blossoms
digesting under a tree’s great shade
awaiting their repressed august-time bloom
only to wilt in a thickened frost
From the chest, a celosia blooms
budding across the lung’s final breath
and releasing into the atmosphere
a life, reborn from nature’s death
Copyright © Talya Hammerman | Year Posted 2023
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