One day we'll sicken.
Come quickly the hour.
Know earth a love-
When flesh does turn sour.
Smile will the world-
As bones turn to flowers.
Gone all our remedies:
Gone oily towers.
sometimes flowers turn to bones as in the case of the mad cow bone meal put on roses which caused mad cow disease in the uk but i love your poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is worthy of a 10+