grave thorns

there is love
      ?
is there love
      ?
love is there
    where
upon i find
  this
trail of blood.
  hounds
seeking bleeding
   hearts.

bushes, full. of
    roses
with uncounted
  thorns.
nothing comes.
  without
a price.
    still
we pay.

my grave, my
   burial
           ground.
there, in the
                      future
near.               or far.
   still.
plant for me a rose
        bush.
my tombstone.
       inscribe
my tears trailed,
     that
perfumed triumph!