I
The first dispatch of death
ripples over the sunken camellia
as the wisest come forth
and the oldest convene
to draw a new course
a new breath to take
a new leaf to turn
the trail of blood needs
cleansing.
They assemble slowly
on a line according to
important importance
carrying on with the tradition
all resembling the same
petals of a wounded red rose.
The wisest convene to resolve the crisis
riddle must be deciphered
effort needs to be placed
upon the barren floor displaying
urgency for a solution to appear
along with this unfolding ode.
Libros Libertad 