Bold and colourful Blooming and proud So much energy for the future Yet, now…

Straight stems squeezed tightly bound with rubber immersed in dregs of sustenance confined to a glass sleeve

Risen high but now you sigh as fading flowers fall, petal, by petal…

Yet, is there a future? Green shoots projecting In the depths of decay… Any hope for a new life?

Dried out heads droop Side by side Surrounded by thorns Piercing like knives

Once bloomed… Now doomed Waiting for an axe To be strewn

Dead headed Their bodies lay Cast on a heap Their minds slayed