Skeletal Remains

Lay out the skeletal stems,

Of the flowers from this basket,

Lay them out one by one,

Each one a twig desiccated,

Each one a corpse awaiting a shroud.

The noxious aroma fiercely wafts still,

A mixture of life and death dances still,

A Mixture of want and memories remain,

Amidst the aroma of dreams regained.

Lay out the skeletal stems,

Of the relics of a forgotten past,

Wrapped around dead flower petals,

Like untold stories at a funeral mass,

Lay out the stories one by one,

Each one born in a different life,  

A wistful existence falls silent,

In these stillborn skeletal remains.