Forwards

The perfect flower
Trampled by the man
Who could only walk backwards.

He decided that
His life was missing
That something everyone else had.

He had forward legs
Forward body and forward brain
So why was he a backwards man?

The flower was dead
And its petals disappeared
Out of the forwards existence.

The man tried walking
Forwards and his shoes
Felt like they were on wrong.

People didn't like him
For they were forwards
And he was a backwards man.

The flower's stem
Withered into shrunkenness
And the ground wept forwards tears.