https://freeverserevolution.wordpress.com/2020/09/14/september-writing-prompt-3-2/
I tossed them away
Some time ago–
Petals of the dead.
Some flowers taken
From above the six-foot holes
I have stood over,
Frozen in the emptiness
Of an empty hole
About to be filled.
Some flowers taken
From birthday and anniversary
Bouquets of celebration,
Marking years of bitter happiness.
Most flowers taken
From a wedding bouquet
Of vows taken, kept,
A reminder of vows abandoned.
Petals of the dead kept
Out of wretched sentimentalism
I burned upon the pyre
With myself.
Then climbed a new self
Of burnished bronze
From the flames.
