Remembering the Dame and her Rose

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I will myself
To think of you
As a flower
Seed dropped
From silver wings
Unaffected by wind

You found your earth
Bruised it with power
Bursting forth from the shell
Which held you in

Atoms spun a new
In the red and brown
Your stem rose from the sun
Toward the sun
Growing as Jack’s stalk
Blanketed with flowers

Your blossoms wide
Casting shadow
Burning darkness
Our flesh Etched
On wood and stone
Until there’s nothing left
Even for the ants

KMcGee – 2016

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