The Death of Garden Flowers
They impregnate both water and soil
with their surrendering
as we do.
After the wilt
cadaverous blooms rattle their bones,
the desiccation a scaffolding,
the skeletal hollows a refrain
of a beauty more everlasting.
The wilting but a pouring prologue
to that last stand.
Sunlight feeds them
sunlight eats them,
shadows dream them
unto death, but it is a death
more beautiful than the sunlight
or any shade,
and when the dark green sludge comes
the reek is not of them,
but of our idea of life & death.
In that last silent exposure
the dead offer up their perfection
uncaring of any discerning eye.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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