A Funeral
Flowers are everywhere
Littered with heartfelt cards
Written by strangers
Nestled in bright colors
Gathered into a bunch
Scattered on the ground
The cut stems a mirror of the occasion
Ripped from the earth
Killed to participate in death
Paraded around with good intentions
But they are just more dead bodies
The smell of carnations
Once so sweet
Now a sickening stink of sadness
The petals of lilies
Once a sign of spring
Now a precursor of decay
The delicacy of baby's breath
Reduced to obligatory filler
The innocence of a white rose
Reduced to intentional lament
Flowers will never be the same
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