Factory Flower Date: Thursday, 10th March 2005 @ 08:11:59 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: neptunes_first I happen upon a bomb shelter, only it seems that the bomb has already detonated. Factories of corrigated people, once productive, lie crushed one upon another, for heat, or discomforture - I know not. Only I know how they work this floor, wet and cold, in fatigue. A stick in a barrel blooms into a solitary orange flower, its petals licking at the depths of my adventurous soul . . . This poem is Copyright © neptunes_first Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://yumbameta.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://yumbameta.com/route.php?page=premium/MemNewsDetail&story_id=332