THEM FLOWERS

To watch them grow and wilt
in some huge, caged place:
A Buna-Monowitz. A Birkenau.
In a bouquet on Mother’s day,
Or in a vase on a sick man’s bedside table,
Or on the ground where loved ones rest six feet under,
let them flowers breathe.

© Gheeneil

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