Flowers in Paris

They too will perish,

The floods of flowers placed

in furious remembrance

of that Friday night. 

In Paris, of all places.

No flowers can restore

the fleeting carefree moments

before the onslaught

of that Friday night.

In Paris. 

No flowers, for all their fragrance,

will repair the devastation,

lethally delivered moments later

on that Friday night.

In Paris.

For all their fragile beauty, flowers

will never heal the savage wounds

so fearfully inflicted

on that Friday night.

In Paris.

Yet though they’ll fade and die,

these flowers will defy,

and then destroy the futile killers

of that Friday night.

In Paris.

These gathered flowers

give strength and power

Saying all that need be said

About that Friday night.

In Paris, of all places.