Why
They asked why
I chose black tulips for his grave
The petals
unforgiving to the touch
with fragile strength
cloak a secret centre
Their elusive lustre glimpsed for but a moment
Then quelled in this perfidious place
How earnestly they droop their sombre heads
As lifeless stalks lie limp on burnished wood
And they asked why
I chose black tulips for his grave
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