We will stay here
Until every last petal
Has dropped from our stems
In honor of flowers plucked from life too soon
Their pristine white and luminous yellow and red and purple and orange
Etched into the memory of a fading blue sky
Of day turned to permanent night
Never a Fall or Winter or Spring
To come again
But in the Summer their seeds will have taken root
And birds and butterflies and bumblebees
Will remember each life come to violent end
As humans will not
As humans cannot