Temporary Flower

They have straightened out the matter

And rung her wedding bells

While she had struggled

To make a fool out of their selves.

They have cast the line into water

And chosen the fattest fish

The bones could be less they said

While trying to make a dish.

They have asked the river boatman

To make sure that he comes

With all he knows and doesn’t too

They would help to keep her mum.

She wouldn’t know they said

She wouldn’t even fight

Well, she couldn’t even know

She couldn’t even fight

She would never see her toys

She would only play with boys

She would gulp down her giggles

And never make a noise.

Roads as empty

As shallow

As quiet

As dark

As fearful

As long

As lonely

As the tunnels in the dark.

Which the trains light up

Every now and then.

The lights show through

But that’s the briefest of brief seconds.

All the animals in its path will be torn down anyway.

But there will be no noise.

Except the rumbling staccato of the train.

Like the long moan of a sudden grief.

Blinding the trespassers.

Blinding all their means

Blinding their secrets

Overturning all their dreams.

Learning from her toys

She would imitate her favourite

She called herself Queen Bee

Similar to the soft one left at home.

Secrets and whispers

And a windowpane so grey

They advised her to dance to the music

That he could play so well.

So she danced

And transcended time

She swore to herself

To never let him rhyme.

She killed them off every year.

And stored away the water in her closets.

Gave them a gift every year.

Till he stopped playing his music.