Mel Evers wonders about it all

A drum roll cascades, flowing through a field of plastic roses

their fragrance only imagined in her wildest dreams

Her beauty lies within and without touching all but one

He buys her plastic flowers with her blood, bones, life

but she delights in them anyway

despite his emotional flight

Eyes closed, mind wiped, she sniffs his plastic flowers

her mind in a euphoriant respite

Witnesses die in their appeal for hours

hoping one day for her mind to open up.