Who has suffered the most?
Asks the rose, in its last days
Of bloom, ice crystals clinging–
Also wondering, where is that
Ruler which measureth pain’s
Primacy, to whom no one else
Can lay claim? ‘Tis a narrow margin,
Errors forbidden! …the ghosts of
Hollow skulls, emptied of brain
Tissue long ago, lay heavy
On memories of body parts
Mangled together, pieces
Resembling life before wars’
Emptiness; displayed in museums,
Yellowed photographs on display–
Nauseated walls recoil in horror
As they search for that ruler
Whose measurement can’t be
Questioned: Who, has suffered
The most? Lay claim now!
Hands grab its elusive grip
As gun salutes echo the
Rose’s quest before it’s
Too late to find the answer.