-Albert Parsons <br />went to his death <br />singing Annie Laurie; <br />didn't another have <br />a rose in his coat- <br />or was it a pink- <br />dramatizing himself- <br /> <br />Blooded rose <br />stalk <br />hanging out of an empty <br />coat lapel, <br />or was it a pink carnation <br />rose color soft as sunrise <br />glimmering upon a gallows, <br />and streak of silver song <br />ravelled with the rain <br />on a filthy Chicago morning in the Eighties- <br />you shall outlast horizons.<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/histrionics-2/
