-Albert Parsons br went to his death br singing Annie Laurie; br didn't another have br a rose in his coat- br or was it a pink- br dramatizing himself- br br Blooded rose br stalk br hanging out of an empty br coat lapel, br or was it a pink carnation br rose color soft as sunrise br glimmering upon a gallows, br and streak of silver song br ravelled with the rain br on a filthy Chicago morning in the Eighties- br you shall outlast horizons.