Snapdragon, snapdragon,
you once were a flower.
Your hour has passed;
your bones are here to last.

I’ll clothe them in leaves,
adorn them with fine vines.
Your metamorphosis complete
as you stand still in time.

Seeds fall from your eyes
and your mouth open wide.
Have you remembered the promise you made,
when the sun on your petals once laid?

Snapdragon, snapdragon,
I know you didn’t forget:
In your tears and your spit
your will has been set.