THE PLANTS EYE
This is speculation I know but
idol flowers have always born
our mean making scissors
Consider scissors nature’s troop
deploying astonishing devices
The pitcher
marooned and white
not attractive unless
you reinforce the species
in question mimicry
intended to scare
the Victorians
the arc of corseted breasts
crowned w/ clitoria
Consider an insect
evolved to conceive
as female and male tantalizingly
from behind
Call the behavior
pseudo-copulation
call the flower
prostitute
A frenzy of intercourse
ensures pollination
Our factory
is olfactory tactile attention
to not just simple chemicals
signals so far as creatures are things
to secure pollination or a meal
It's in our sanctum
As we rush around mounting
disseminating genes
flowers traffic metaphor
a meadow brims
with our making
Move the garden
Multiply
Flowers take aim
Secure/ obscure notions long ago
crossed our own offspring
That match the
symbiosis of desire
fire in the garden
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