Woman, Old Man, and Flowers Ii
(painting by Max Ernst, 1923)
Which is she and which is he
and where are the flowers?
Somewhere between archaic ceremony
and robotics. No feet no chest.
Arms stretched toward a sea
that rides its bloody crest of waves
and mattress foam under a metal
sky, metaphor of the future
of a continent with so many wars
behind/before it.
Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2006
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