We Cut Roses Poem by soren Barrett

We Cut Roses

We cut roses
Beauty must die
As petals dry
in a glass grave she reposes

Once living, man made
Gloves its leather
hat with its feather
bleached by time they fade

Only useful without breath
notes of teeth
ivory wreath
more beautiful in life or death?

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