Cotton and the Cadaver

In the hospital: A green sterile shroud to cover the dead bodies (termed as "mortis"). It is made of cotton.

It bloomed yesterday
to a vibrant display
of white and lulling

and the whisper of silence
resonates the foreboding


On fertile soil it grew
like weeds of blue
sprung like winter leaves


The harvest came,
a cushion of white
burgeon one summer rain

They threaded its wonder
to a shroud of fake green
and stained the cotton white
of what it is now unseen

it is called a sterile shroud
Wrapping the "mortis"
who once had sinned.

Reviews

[Dalebear]

This is strange poem but good write

[Brianna Brie]

Strange little piece...flawlessly written with poetic verse that flows. Sort of sad that pure white cotton in all of its beauty now covers death and sin. Interesting poem with a strong ending.