Englishness

The rose perceives: Tho’ giv’n to cries inside its petals, We see the dissolution of a searching heart A thornless rose will struggle – Embarrassed, Her paucity of pricks, A sensual thing – What slender stems – Allows her sexuality To slide The English rose Is dying though, In evanescent pride – Her nationalistic pose Wilting – Once a red-blue-white stanchion Manure is the garden And the rose begat – Carbonaceous oddity – As we are too We’re all as one in life THE END So has it had its day, the rose? Well, Suppose I cock my neck, Tell ‘em all that I prefer the darker introversion of: The Dahlia – Her kiss lands upon the very lips of Death! I love the death in dahlias, The hidden purple-black – A deeper sexuality With meaning. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2013