Milkweed:
The only proof I need
Rebirth believes in poison
Its bitter taste
A gift you learn to survive
To testify
To those who learn too late
Not to swallow
Your alien affection
This sole protection
For one who cocoons to die
For one who falls to rise
In flamed and sooted hues
In wings, not words
Yet muse
To monarchs without crowns
Alit on silence now
Still burning with memory
Of where I once sought peace
My kingdom come
Thy will be done
Oh, milkweed!
