A Soldier in the Army of Rose-Eaters


always in the company
of the army
you married me
because I came to you
unmade

in lieu of a ring
I gave you
a tiny black box
tied with pink
silk ribbon


the gift of my voice

I told you
all my tattoos are sub-dermal
I am a soldier in the army
of rose eaters
I am trapped in the body
of a dinosaur
free me

only because I asked
did you make my mouth
a basket for flowers
so people would not fear me

but then I could never say your name…

skipping along with my head in your hands
pulling flowers from my mouth
you sang
the army of rose-eaters
is marching

follow me

1 comments:

Thom Donovan said...

this is interesting Peter
did you know Yasser Arafat referred to Palestinian women martyrs/suicide bombers as his "Army of Roses" circa 2001...

an eerie echo...
Thom