The Flourishing Corpse
or
The Perennial Amorphophallus Titanum
"Mother Nature sucks in basically being a *hore."
-- The Basics of Biology
* * *
Of all the flowers in her garden, Earth prefers the "corpse" --
its shape a phallus which each flower lover's fancy warps,
the spathe in bloom the color of a deep-red piece of meat,
discharging an aroma rich though somewhat less than sweet,
a blend of garlic, rotting fish, and decomposing flesh,
along with feces, sock sweat, cheese, and parts of Bangladesh,
enticing stink bugs, sucking lice, and faithful fleas and flies,
the stench of death an old, familiar funk they recognize,
each pest expecting innards fresh and warmish on its plate
exploited by the corpse to other corpses pollinate,
the phallic plant collapsing after sex a flaccid pri*k --
till rising resurrected yet a *horing Nature's trick.
* * *
a dedication of Respect
for
the reek of each hard
Truth
a revolving helios rhyme menippean satire on
the sentimental anthophiles
whom Mother Nature full beguiles
april, 2023 -- Evolution yet the other unintelligent "designer" sans good manners
(let alone grace)
Copyright © James Starkey Iii | Year Posted 2023
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