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