The Corpse Flower

Speaking in mother’s tongue

Family is the limit

Dead on arrival

Until they begin to bloom

And walk in the land of the living

 

Speckled spit leaps

Leaves wave tired

Going on seedless

Trunks become stuck in the mire

With a hefty heave and a heavy ho

Only remains are skeletal blossoms

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: