Dead boys and pretty flowers

If dead boys still became flowers,
every sidewalk in America
would be split with roots.
In Baltimore, Freddie Gray;
in New York City, Eric Harris;
in Ferguson, Mike Brown.
Brown skin and black hair
and white, human bones
lying everywhere, and not even
a chalk outline: Execution
is no murder. O goddess Flora,
is every flower a death?
is every bloom a tragedy?
Narcissus, Hyacinth, Crocus
joined by Michael, Eric, Freddie,
Trayvon Martin standing with
Polydeukion, young Memnon,
young Achilles. O goddess Flora,
help us make sense, help us
to mourn as well as rejoice
in a world where every flower
is an open vulva, is a dead boy.

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4 thoughts on “Dead boys and pretty flowers

  1. There must be something in the air with us Antinoans…you beat me to exactly what I was going to make the subject of a fiction piece for today. I may yet do it, but in any case…

    This is apt, and splendidly done.

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    1. Thank you, and I think you should go ahead with that fiction piece. I wrote the previous post yesterday morning after a very pleasant walk to work, and after it posted today, I felt something more needed to be said.

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