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The Flower

posted May 20, 2009, 9:47 AM by David Storlie

The flower you had
of skin
was waste

well before
you cracked
your vase

and innocence
sweet pea
was open-eyed

when you
discovered
the blossom lied

that never was
a flower nor
a show of grace

it was
pressed
by a previous race

from which
we've been made
corrupt by Adam's hand

when Eve bore
her fruit
unto a man

hers was
no flower
and no prize

except perhaps
to
that man's eyes

she gave
or took
more than she lost

Though now
you count
it as a cost

If you bore
a child or more
they'd flower

restoring
innocence unknown
since fair puberty took your own.

But since you've nothing
lost nor gained
your flower sweet
you will retain

within your stomach
proud and high
as procreation places
for breeding races.

And if you'll have no children
then the mirage
you lost grew of nothing

but your pride
which you should have exhaled
when you learned Jesus cried.

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