BUD

Bud in the dirt, pallid cheek stained rust,

a maelstrom of righteous sparks felled

you 'mid chants of peace everlasting.

Bud in the dirt, efflorescence denied,

sinless, at their crusade's altar you were

slain by serpents simulating Seraphs.

Bud in the dirt, your fragile flame soulless

purveyors of burnished blight quenched,

these indentured slaves to Mammon.

Bud in the dirt, a gentle drizzle bathes

you, softly cleanses iron blemishes

to the wind's anguished keening.

Bud in the dirt, trampled underfoot,

prone, in kinship with the earth now

you sleep an eternal sleep.

Bud in the dirt, bloom incipient,

your essence Love immured in Her heart,

your innocence hallows our Earth.

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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