Spring Knows the Rose’s Scream


The rose has thorns because

it cares not to be touched.

Its color is a warning

for animals to stay away.

Its scent is a scream and

not a delight for us to own.

bending only for the sun.

The scientist knows this

having heard its sub audible

howl with delicate machines

that probe its roots.

The poet plucks the bloom

unaware of the pain that

created that beauty,

the aroma that shouts

its death to its vegetable kind.