POEM OF ROSES
the United States whose national flower is the rose..
Can it be? The headlines read:
Poison Roses Flourish In Shade from Sidewalk Beds!
Saplike drops hang dangerously from thorny ends.
Perhaps just a few among other hyperbolic beauties
harbor an unhygenic sense of mayhem.
single stems form
vertically linear scrawl
clay encised stream of jets
upon which rests the heads of nattily powdered
Abraham Lincoln, Majestic, Profound Happiness,
end of all longing roses.
remains tenuously correctable
by medicines: compounds of chemicals pharmaceutically shaped.
Chain link patterns resembling petals projecting into rays
hover vertiginously over a patch of cement
interrupted by long green tufts
next to scrub vegetation never to be
mistaken for a plot of roses.
rose of memory whose wish is to live again
recalls a neighboring rose never wishing anything
who rebloomed from its dead brown rose-apple.
prince who challenges the thorniest travails
to get at the best; breaking off life to
appreciate his prize for up to three days.
Uselessly this feeds the mind of a woman who
chooses to eat only roses.
A woman with romantic ideas about strewing
her bed with roses only to find herself stricken
with terrible pains.
sometimes resembles a person
who develops from childhood directly into senility
never completing its business, yet named.
an Othello bud, a Heritage Bloom by virtue of being.
scientist breeds a carniverous rose
which eats boys and girls.
Frightfully out of control
hypotheses of genetic geometric progression
force authorities to declare the end of all roses.
Purposefully they must stamp out all memory
of the existence of roses from all time.