Sunflower

What sower walked over earth
which hands sowed
out inward seeds of fire?
They went out from his fists like rainbow curves
to frozen earth, young loam, hot sand
they will sleep there
greedily, and drink up our lives
and explode into pieces
for the sake of the sunflower that you haven’t seen
or a thistle head or a chrysanthemum
Let the young rain of tears come
Let the calm hands of grief come
It’s not all as evil as you think