Do you see my flower

laying limp in the dirt?

Life had been fleeting for it.

Once radiant colors

fade in the yellow light.

My flower grew as I grew—

Roots stretched deep into the earth.

But there it ate a toxen,

sent by whom my soul screams to.

Its petals were once so fragrant,

but now it is rotting decay

with twisted roots

and sickly knots

in its brittle viens.

I have mothered to great rivers

Who gentle tide will never know—

whose deafening roar will drown

the one who killed

my flower.