Love Of The Tansies Poem by Jacob Wentz

petals will stain the muddy root.
As ruby stained looks you hide.
The tansies know under is a brute.
They don't judge they are snide.
You have them to help you now.
They love your warped head.
They will use you as a plow.
To knead the graves of the dead.
Even with how you treat them.
Your sins feed their petals.
you will be sewn to their stem.
You will join the chorus of the nettles.
You are cruel they still swoon.
You watch them grow the moon.