Sandstone Vase

Desolate genus detached
Out of clamping pitcher plant
Blanking edges of her hair
Signify the downed despair
Resting in her younger days
Catching up from out of faze
Lip dragged down in scattered weight
Show the happening her age has made

Hold the crumbling ring for ease
Hands curled softly at her means
Dust take up the cold embrace
Reaching down the gullet's grace
Shrinking as she leans for strength
Days bygone have met their length
Neared the end of opened maw
Yawning wide to take the world she saw

Time has poured to other half
With the parts well taken with
Resolve sapped so long ago
Waiting for the end to show
Represent a symbol's path
Moving to its aftermath
Left to ash with sandstone graves
Soon none will decipher her remains

Flower for the joy of life
Lay departed with the ones who die