Black Rose

a midnight desert scene
my head tilted back staring at holes poked into the sky
a red tear drops from the moon crashing to earth
to the hidden springs beneath the surface
an iron maiden gathers her children to drink; gain sustenance amidst an abundance of nothingness
they fulfill her wishes and leave behind one single drop on a cactus flower stem
soon a metamorphosis begins unleashing from the prickly plant a beauty from within
a bud appears
then an awakening of petals stretching to meet the harvest moon’s rays
fully extended and stuck in prose
life has been given in short to the world’s first
black rose