Absence of Roses

                          nothing grows

                          everything drowns

in the rising water around our steely icons 

there are no rose petals to carpet our final steps

gone our soft footed desires

to touch a lover’s inner arm 

feel velvety skin

                       our subterranean secrets

TV dreams of escape

become global corruption 

we think  all will be safe sub rosa

our watch word in a watched world

                        we create

this flooded demolition yard

for a hylotheistic god

now our fragile bodies 

grow sarcoma blooms

cancerous  fatal  roses

                   we cannot destroy

Marian Spires

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