this is how a love mutates

once a flower,
sweet scented and soft,
resting gentle in a waving field.
once a light, warm at dawn,
and in it the pollen dust danced,
and sang.
once-then-never again-
now wilted, soaked in gasoline.
fumigated and seeping
through its pores.
now an ugly angry, angry fire,
throwing up dark black smoke,
clogging lungs and airways,
shadowing all the light.
and your always oblivious
hand of acid and diesel fuel.
watch how it all goes awry-
who would’ve thought?
this is a love,
and this is how it mutates.