Flowers for the Trashman
My dad had flower man hands
Soft gentle rough tough
Withstand thorny Rose hands
Hands talked to plants
Put flowers on the dead hands
Took me with him
To flower the dead
Wouldn't let me stay in car
Guess he wanted me to see the dead
Overcome fear of death
Made my hands touch dead
Hands cold stiff
Dad stood bleeding heart
Of roses beside casket
And we departed
I grabbed his hand.
--MARVIN X
3/27/21