Virgil's Flowers

These are the flowers that you hate

These are the colors for your mother's sake

All of this climbs the walls where poets go to die

These are the petals you despise

These are the letters that you fear

All of the vowels that you strained through walls to hear

These are the syllables I swallowed when I lied

These are the words to make you cry

These are the sorrows that you’ve saved

All possibilities you scramble to off-stave

And when you wake to breath and you clamor for the light

This is the dark that slept beside

These are the flowers that you hate

These are the colors for your mother's sake

All of this climbs the walls where poets go to die

This is the easiest goodbye

This is the easiest goodbye

This is the easiest goodbye