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Roses are a reckoning

Violence is blue

There’s a lens that is magnifying

all the knots we must undo.

Thread in a turbulent moment

feels tension under strain

a test of elasticity

during the transformation of pain.

Pry loose the tight thread bindings

that attach us to the stem

continue the long unwinding

that gets tangled again and again.

Death has given us notice

and will soon evict us all

and no wealth or pardon or privilege

will keep us from this fall.

So take up the delicate roses

in spite of violent thorns

for this may be the last time we gather

before we are reborn.

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