A Funeral

Flowers are everywhere

Littered with heartfelt cards

Written by strangers

Nestled in bright colors

Gathered into a bunch

Scattered on the ground

The cut stems a mirror of the occasion

Ripped from the earth

Killed to participate in death

Paraded around with good intentions

But they are just more dead bodies

The smell of carnations

Once so sweet

Now a sickening stink of sadness

The petals of lilies

Once a sign of spring

Now a precursor of decay

The delicacy of baby's breath

Reduced to obligatory filler

The innocence of a white rose

Reduced to intentional lament

Flowers will never be the same