the hard floor

Life is a black flower 
A night closer
Opening into a yellow rose 
Hope rather ~ 
Day folds into night 
Life into death 
Tears fall over cliffs 
As eagles soar 
Children are born 
Mothers and 
Fathers die 
A slug traverses slowly 
Leaving a trail 
Across the concrete wall 
The death of the street 
In the crease of the homeless 
Ye shall know the hard floor upon
Which humanity lay 
As time plays 
With naiivity 
For life is a black flower 
Opening into a yellow rose