Pathology of Colors
Luna Ortiz
Pathology of Colours
Kathryn Punsly
Go not too near a House of Rose
I knew the language of the floweret
I have seen, visible, Death’s artifact
I know the colour rose, and it is lovely
Love’s emblem in a full-blown rose
Just broken from the stem
O rose, thou art sick
‘Tis but at best a fading thing,
To suffer no diminution
“My fragile leaves,” it said, “his heart enclose”
All tenderly his messenger he chose
The rose fades
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
