Beware 
the white flower of death
she said
flowering with a perfume
beguilingly sweet
The yellow tongued entry
to another world
as yet not still
Your frailty disturbs my conscience
and daily patterns
the green mottling of leaves
next to the constantly damp earth
where the lizard lurks
Roger Smith August 2003
the white flower of death
she said
flowering with a perfume
beguilingly sweet
The yellow tongued entry
to another world
as yet not still
Your frailty disturbs my conscience
and daily patterns
the green mottling of leaves
next to the constantly damp earth
where the lizard lurks
Roger Smith August 2003
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