when the brittle rose breaks off to fall
dead as hell on the tabletop
water in the vase still
and careful words celebrating her majesty
time has just come and gone
her day in the new lightbulb led life inside
on pose upon the granite quarried
a quarantined staccato slice of beauty
caged polished and left for eyes
to digest signify our ability to conquer
anything we need to
to maintain our
our, what our?
Our superiority?