A Shallow Grave

I was born in a shallow grave
Where tulips grow upon my breast
My body lies a blossom’s slave
Waiting for her petals’ rest

Where tulips grow upon my breast
Roots and veins come to merge
Waiting for her petals’ rest
I plot the winter garden’s purge

Roots and veins come to merge
My anthill peephole comes undone
Though I plot winter garden’s purge
The tomb’s collapse has just begun

As anthill peepholes come undone
I must surrender to their power
The tomb’s collapse has just begun
When stems are stripped of fruit or flower

I must surrender to their power
My body lies a blossom’s slave
When stems are stripped of fruit or flower
I was buried in a shallow grave.