poisons in decorated flutes
emblemized in flowery laces
acorns and thistles' garlanded with
lustrous weeping hemlocks
and flared roses with sturdy stems
railing thorns with obtuse points
spitting scents of toxic lavenders from Baal

bargains from snowy covens and cravens
cheap wares via dark alchemists incarnate
dispensing the aroma of stirring disharmony
to rile and fuse the senses in Eden unfounded

at my door the hawkers find no buyer
ribboned samples left as tester thrown to trash
calligraphic ploys retch in ill worded misnomers
only palatable to the makers and sellers
for ruptured senses host ruptured fragrances
and buy into the bouquet of polluted clouds
airing in lacy tones not to be ingested
but carcasses are dead to deadly stench
its made by them for them not me