Of Daffodils.

By Gener

Were there daffodils

When you waved goodbye at the rusted gate,

And hopped inside the car in the starry-less night

Like a thief you disappeared faceless.

Nay, not a word

To give notice to people you dared insult,

With brazen tongue and deep-cut wounds 

You parted ways like the Dead Sea curling in two sides.

In your hasten trek to the devil's abode

The Good rested its case.

And the Bad sat inside your pit

Gnawing, smelling, consuming your innards.

The baby photos, the grown-up ones no longer adorn the walls.

The old room lost its satanic smell,

The soft eyes turned impishly devil,

The mind broke bounds and more.

The chubby cheeks of yester 'old, the short legs all,

The fresh umbilical still hang at the front,

The sadder face soon turned into glow,

The God had blessed you with a bow.

Look not, any further The Lord had said

To Adam, to Eve and the the serpent, too,

The Garden of Eden abounds with food

Yet the fleshy fruit is forbidden you. 

Like the curs'ed duo whose path'strewn with thorns

Them daffodils and bouganvilles may no longer bloom in your door,

The Sun God could trail and fail in your side

Forever for' get the darkroom where you're now.