Flower bud lays in exhaust
Spluttering petals onto road
Burning in - and through - and out - concrete

Daisy chains hang him from lamppost
Worshippers come out,
Wailing in droves - and masses - and community excursion

Praying instead of liberating
Letting stems grasp at dryracked throat
At final fall checking - and confirming - and cheering

"Wee wee the kid is dead"
"Woo woo smashed his head"
"** ** let's go see his mother cry"

And she cries - and cried - and cried.