Lavender Harvest

There's an earthy blood-smell to lavender It surprises you when the nose gets too close Once you get past the modest skirted blooms To find the green blood of torn out flower Fetid black dirt clings to blood ragged roots Blue-black blood of returning vena cava Lavender scented babies and lavender tinted men Planted for eternity underneath fertile soil And blood-rise suns bake their tender heads Blood drenched scent tempts the droning insects wing Their distilled spirits resurrected in hives Their earthly blood now ours to imbibe.