Flowers in Indelicate Silence.

A petal; in pastel.
Swathed in baby clothes of finest:
Creamy swaddling; green girdle
Divinity held sway; floating in the wind.
As a swallow leaves its nest;
So too, must a girdle loosen;
a calyx rot, a stem soften.
Cries go quiet, unheeded:
flowers in indelicate silence.
The levity of the situation:
not the gravity; the petal falls.
The ground rushed up, unforgiving;
That even in bitterness, death should bring
a gift; An epitaph; a marker, a final home.
Of the roots which shunned you.