Broken Flowers

Broken Flowers

by dan ankers

bare feet stand

where broken lilies lay

scalpless on the lawn

as careless children play

where freedoms have merged

with self destructive urges

we’ve shucked our once instructed

healthy way

We are the lost

We are the alone

the unkempt lawn

became our home

and no one has ever wanted us again

WE

Wild children walk among the lilies

and we dally amidst the trees

with a field of broken plants between our knees

Each flower becomes a sigil

for the lives we have eschewed

Each broken plant becomes a monument to

the loves we never knew

Each one of these

broken vessels

arrays

and

lays

in a tidy row

as a tribute to the perfect day

on a perfect kind of way

we’ll never

know