NEW POETIC ORDER

She floats soullessly along the stream,

After a flowergirl named Rue,

Of whom consciously throws petal after petal

In an delightfully unmitgated fashion,

While purging petals from her lace attire,

Death awaits at the mouth,

At the tip of the tongue,

At the beginning of unforseeable currents, 

But she had miscalculated her fortunes,