by Jack Holder
Oh! What a light there is blooming
From a flower still soft and budded.
The multifaceted shine of petal
Brings tears upon mine face.
Even better still, is how such life
Is brought forth from such grime and muck
See where it stands, in the garbage heap
Surrounded by worms, maggots,
And the refuse of beasts.
There is naught like this budding star
And I weep to know its face
For what will a most-normal life
Be like after having seen this peak?
I wish I could capture this light, this shine in glass
And preserve forever the brilliance
Brought forth, so all may see
Far away from filth, from slimes
So odious it makes one retch.
Why does beauty have to be surrounded by trash?
Why does pain precede paradise?
I’ll dig up this flower.
Tear it up by the root.
Save it from the worms and fertilizer
For light blooms brightest in sterility.