Sonnet Instead Of Flowers

Selling bodies like flowers at market
Each petal is a piece of gold and flesh
The temptation to achieve profit's target
What a shame if our rights and time did mesh

Around bodies petals dancing in the breeze
While at wise attention the stems remain stiff
At what profit do the petals sell to please
For the pleasure comes from a scented whiff

Forever along the flowers will die and wilt
Each decay documenting a short time
For the sellers feel not one second of guilt
Because they learned this is not a crime

In the end we place old roses on their graves
Just to show how well bodies can behave

by A.j. Binash

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