A Wilted Rose

(and for all of you with screen readers, as text, which Tumblr is likely to FU)
A Wilted Rose
The question I pursue is not
whom I this night should bed
nor who would willingly so do
Nay
The question I pursue instead
who did in those earliest of days
my cradle rock & tilt so fiercely
Aye
The question I pursue always
who did such damage inflict
that a self once tall stood now
merely to a wilted rose compares