Matryoshka

Pick each coffin apart to find a perfectly good daughter inside:
untouched, blonde. Propagate a species of blue-eyed English roses
and unscrew them as they age. Expire, ripen, then rot.
As the lovely Russian Doll's red mouth says: I will martyr -
Pick me apart. Take and harvest those two ventricles,
The only part of me still pure. Throw me away.
I will martyr. For I am an immaculate Matryoshka.