papaver somniferum

started out a seedling  
laying amongst others cold in the kitchen drawer   
a young slim man took it and planted it  
with a dusty watering can and soil 
 
and those arms and those legs stretched out in the sunshine  
ducking for the rain  
he checks again and the petals are smiling  
aware someone acknowledges them   
 
the winter came - flower frightened  
and the man checked the stem and the leaves  
petals fallen and body strivelled  
like a unborn ungrown fetus   
 
he brought his sketch pad out to the garden  
to greet the frost  
and he drew with broken pencil the flower but a slick  
and weary seedy papaver somniferum-    
 
until he chopped the head off and used it for heroin  
 even in my metaphors the man abuses this floral mind