Dead Flowers (From Love is a Funny Little Thing)
“suppose
Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.”
~e.e. cummings
I am the old man carrying flowers on my head
Walking the road last travelled
Just waiting on my time to be read.
Collecting all the flowers, I can—
—pink flowers, yellow flowers, three types of
Red.
These flowers are not your flowers, ma’am
Instead,
I carry these flowers here on my head
For the sweet lady,
That records all our deaths
I heard she likes pink flowers, yellow flowers
And all shades of red
As long as all the flowers
Are dead.
