among them, the lilies
you **** their froglegs and lavender
shades smelling of roses or
pond water

and you are teething again,

a child
sometimes with a pain so swelling
it shoots colored rockets
through your vein

the last that you could have,
snapped & floating

you do not feel anymore
hence the sinking of ships before
the draining of a lake before
killing lilies

that threaten you
more than arrows into your face