12-18-2009, 02:24 PM
Wildflower Mantle
by
William Marsland
by
William Marsland
There’s a meadow
where I live
where wild flowers foxtrot
with a wooing breeze
They found
a small child’s body
there today
pinks and purples
stood and swayed
their perfume dead
murdered by the smell of corpse
I cried and watched
as experts delved
anguish, sorrow
unseen yet felt
they say;
“she was brutalized”
her remains
decomposed
waiting for discovery
the brightness
of a summer serenade
brought to life
her shroud
a wildflower mantle
where I live
where wild flowers foxtrot
with a wooing breeze
They found
a small child’s body
there today
pinks and purples
stood and swayed
their perfume dead
murdered by the smell of corpse
I cried and watched
as experts delved
anguish, sorrow
unseen yet felt
they say;
“she was brutalized”
her remains
decomposed
waiting for discovery
the brightness
of a summer serenade
brought to life
her shroud
a wildflower mantle