Ode to an unchosen plant

I watched them stuff you into the van just as the market closed
many of your kind were taken to homes
cherished as first borns
but what of you, stuffed with a butcher’s care
into the casket dark
transported to and from
another day overlooked
for all the Apollos we mount on stones
there are lesser gods of no less sun
and by chance enliven none
my heart bleeds for those
whose perfume is enchanting
as the great lust gardens
who drown themselves in self made
for the failure of another
to take notice

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