something dialectical from Old Songs by Graham Janz

can you pull that flower
i can't seem to with my finger
on the trigger fully loaded
pointing at you as you surrender
all the objects you're surrounded
gold and silver and it's all mine
for my mansion of white ivory
do not enter rooms are empty

hello bright flower, harrowed and despaired
born into the cracks in the cement
what have you become now that you've seen the sun?
take care to keep your colour
consumed of all your living body grieving
for the times you could have spent
grazing in the meadow, unceasingly until dormant
fleeting yet anew

hello bright flower, how've you been?
has the wind got your worried
how about a trim?
may your brightness never fade
'neath my dining room shade

can you pull that trigger
i can't seem to with my finger
on this flower drooping over
weeping silently, don't surrender
to the objects we're surrounded
gold and silver empty mansions
can you help it to see the light?

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