A Flower for Your Tombstone

Through your death I listen to your low call Outbursts water from one’s Iris drowning I hear noise and words of wisdom still stall You call them as if you knew their longing Memories of your lullabies owning Listen to lonely night shadows falling Love then known, Love now known, Love be knowing Tumor by tumor made your death longing You picked up your cross and tumbled down hill. Still, I wait with lilies by your tombstone Then I retreat with fear to Window’s sill Left in your grave: decaying skin and bone They say that true love’s kiss will break death’s spell Calvary’s no fairytale, I live Hell