CemeterySound Poetry

[o'queery]

Like a Flower



I can be replanted



Like a flower



that did not get



proper care





I can be



dug out by



hands so careful



and



dirty



and



strong





I can be moved



to tears



by verbs and



empty desert



caves within



my



painted on heart





I can hold the shovel



slowly break



this earth of



my skin,



my mucsle



and



bone



I can be replanted