Rivers of Flowers

Rivers of flowers,
carpeting the earth
And covering the hell
Of mans creation
Stifling the cries of
children
The tortured and the
forgotten
Wide, deep rivers of
blood red fragrance
Covering the sins of
nations
And hiding from our sight --
the vanquished
Here were rivers of
invention
In my mind, my
thinking --
illusion
Dulling the pain of
sordid reality
And like false creation
Changing the blood red
of the perished
Turning it into fragrant
roses in the river
of denial

Copyright ©
May 23, 1999
Revised June 12, 1999
Michael David Coffey