-Albert Parsons
went to his death
singing Annie Laurie;
didn't another have
a rose in his coat-
or was it a pink-
dramatizing himself-
Blooded rose
stalk
hanging out of an empty
coat lapel,
or was it a pink carnation
rose color soft as sunrise
glimmering upon a gallows,
and streak of silver song
ravelled with the rain
on a filthy Chicago morning in the Eighties-
you shall outlast horizons.
Histrionics
Lola Ridge
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Poem topics: chicago, death, rain, silver, song, morning, color, soft, pink, I love you, I miss you, rose, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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