Wednesday, December 17, 2014

[Poem] Flowers from Saturn

Flowers from Saturn

They fell on the outskirts of Savannakhet.
Some men secretly took the stones without heed,
Melting and grinding what they could,

Plying their alchemy of powders and serums,
So certain sons the stuff of heroes would emerge.

Decades later, the true ‘flowers’ came,
Who could not be stopped by blade or flame.

In our desperate flight of blood,
We became bamboo. Others, ash.

Rockets meant for space
Littered our abandoned, perfumed cities.

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