Written For the Dead

Bouquet of yellow roses stolen from a graveyard left for someone long past

Regifted to your doorstep along with a love letter written in Sanskrit

Translated to all the things that you want to hear

Confused by the note, you throw it in the trash that's picked up every day at two

Mechanical arms lift then drop it into the truck bed, soon to be sorted and sifted in a junk pile

What's intended to be read, is often written for the dead, only then to be fed to the incinerator

Hunting graveyards looking for the best bouquet then spending hours to write in Sanskrit

What's intended to be read, is often written for the dead, only then to be fed to the incinerator