The flower is growing in my Garden.
White, beautiful and poisonous.
How can we make it today without a natural toxin?
Oleander, growing outside my door.
But I can't seem to return to my original being.
I try and I try, but it always seems to fail.
The flower has the best of me, and I am really going down now.
I hope everyone remembers me from before the alkaloids took hold.
God…, I am going back to south Illinois.
So many syrups, maple and Berandette in measure.
We get lost sometimes, and then find ourselves with a fright.,
Athor and Athens are waiting for me now.
So are Rexdale and Etobicoke North.
Dark now…, but still, the flowers bloom every fall.
who is it?