Calla Lily
Dear calla lily, how he does ascend
into your lingering, gilded beauty,
you and you alone are his fleur-de-lis.
Unassuming grace, never to offend,
you bring an aged and wounded life to mend.
Without, you see, he can no longer be
so has sworn forever your devotee.
Wishing this blissful union to suspend,
your ardent worshipper plucks a full stem
to quill his still and clutching cobalt heart
and claim you, Calla Lily, all his own.
But, man’s transfusion is lily’s requiem.
Colorless and wilting, you soon depart,
fertile gifts aimlessly drifting, un-sown.
