Flowers at the Market

There are flowers in the market
They are bleeding there in view
A bloodletting in expression of
The sweet fragility of me and you

There's rose between your teeth
And a white lily beside a cross
A lotus flower upon an altar
And fresh cut sorrows for the lost

A carnation for your man’s lapel,
Tulips for the nuptial bouquet
A dabble of sympathetic magic
To keep our restless spirits at bay

So I suppose it is only fitting
When one considers this abuse
Our sensual dance of sex and death
Fragrant euphemisms for this truth

© Christopher Raine