The Flower

Post date: May 20, 2009 4:47:46 PM

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.