Funeral Portrait

Wildeflowers have never bloomed so gay
as they had bloomed thus for Dorian Gray
and yet with the open bloom came, too, doom,
for it had birthed him from his own secret tomb.
Like Achilles mourning his dead “friend”
he sought himself and fate to his own end;
to be sincere requires sacrifice,
your own or the world (a small part will suffice)
and it means blooming from furrowed turf
fertile with corpses buried in the earth—
corpses of the old, prejudiced ways
to beautify with flowers the coming days.

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