a vase
a glass
a hand full of

the scattered colourful bash

raging export against raging heads and fields of life
tears against bills
children against children

the one spoon-fed with the money you just lost

the other trying to maintain just about anything

let’s talk of light
the trains filled with a non-apparent past

were your eyes so mislead
still fretted against the unimaginable

it clearly wasn’t all that long ago

and yet we talk of flowers
and their worth

how many flowers for a life
how many flowers for a tear
how many flowers for your life then?

-D.