Alice

Dear Alice,

For each anniversary
a flower blossomed
from your grave
you gave life
long after death

They smelled
like all the good things
we will never be

I plucked their petals
one
by
one
I plucked them all
like I pluck
the feathers of a winged god

remember
the one who fell to Earth?
it is said
he died for the sins
of seven billion

but we were sinners
long before the time
of Heaven and Hell