Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Hades' Flower

Like meat cured
Packaged and preserved
Labeled 100%
Of what it is not
You are cured
Only there is no cure
Only preservation
Postponing the ultimate
Reservation made by worms
As recorded in Job
One wholly at ease and quiet
And one in the bitterness of his soul
Alike in the dust these lie
And the worms taste both
These states of mind.


This forgotten ground
The shape of this mound
Where Hades' flower blooms
A feast for the eyes
A cure for winter's gloom and doom
Despite knowing another banquet
Here was held
Sweet dirt the crumbs
That nourish life
And cynicism.

Prompted by Verse First ~ The Cure at Poets United.