blood rose on a cream colored marble floor stands to instantiate life and death,
Imperfections, incarnate bleeding in the vicinity of a sacrificial stone altar
colorful but drying bouquet, floored, once fresh and illuminating, dying takes on wrinkled, more fragrant flesh then falls apart, plummeting petals, unkempt, soon to be swept
just one petal for now; I bled for you
imperfect, most far from perfection, striving, sinning, “good” people gathering in the state of being perfected and so let ALL be admitted
humans in faith, clinging to the hope their many transgressions will fall and die here, a petal on the floor, by its color, reminding the few who see it of precious blood once shed so that many may also rise
Gary Edward Geraci