This primordial palm, potted
And pouring its leaves-
Four bottle-green avalanches
Dancing to blue-skied windows.
A battle-scarred native plant
Of Madagascar. Reaching out, then curving-
Malachite dripping from its tips.
Long slender stems
Meld with glossy razors. Shadows
Like flicked switchblades-
Scissors sweep past the off-white walls
Cutting sharp lines.
Magnolia and a dull-grey deepens-
Crawls above the dusty skirting.
Nearer the base, a softer hue-
Yellow-gold rockets rip from the earth,
Not yet full-
Fanning to a skyline of brown-lime,
Its tropical rays flowering.
Auxiliary shoots are heavy- they sag.
A metropolis of decaying foliage
Towering over low trunks-
Fronds pointing to the blackened soil,
Back home to their roots-
Life lagging from a lack of light.