Traitor Poem by Rachel Butler

(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)

Adieu, a lingering adieu, he brings effete
aspirations.
Conveying words cached by flowerets,
face circumscribed by crimson glow.

Approached a great hoarfrost, a slaughtering cold,
Unfolding falsehoods begat unfolding falsehoods,
as a ripened fruit falls trodden under foot by dogs.

Yelps, cries, fretting a traitors folly,
”Adieu” brevity of good amongst his capers,
by his own actions a cruel end was cut.

He walks in eternal shadows with no voice.

Sparrow