There are flowers all over the road
They are everywhere
Scattered
Flung in the wind
It's like a wedding
Or a blossom tree in the spring
Silk all around
Crushed under car tyres
Sprinkled on windshields.

Whenever I come here
All these flowers
Deep red roses
Like blood spreading,
across the dual carriage way
Cars rush past
I push my hair from my eyes
and the flowers are
Eleanor

And she dies all over again