Palms

Penetrated, permeation
As I lay here draped
As if a corpse stretched cloth
Upon an ocean of orchids
Amass atop a dystopian plane
With pillars of ash
To hold forth my remains
Proper fields of turmoil
At last his return
Oh the sorrowful sight
Oh the decrepit joy
At last his demise
Oh the still spring chill
As his wings are ripped
Torn from his back
Oh the bleak thrill
Thrive until you're sucked dry
Withered and disembodied
Summer's just over the horizon
This is my body