Unlush Flower Poem With Black Voice
in this garden the intestinal tract for a golem grows
the flora spilling to the floor from the autopsy of the black body
its dark flowers washed down industrial drains
first came the hitman paid for by the hipsters; came ‘the cleaner’
with his bath salts dissolving flesh who, because of playing around
on twitter, lost track of time and never finished the job
the assassinated black body bobbing in the clawfoot – the “bleak”
& igneous overlapped by disingenuous porcelain; like too many
hastily cut leaves in the bottom of the tea cup shared between
the coroner and the mortician. neither one ideally qualified
filling in the gaps when writing out obituaries for those of us
wrongfully accused and then woefully concussed.
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Wow there’s a lot of music and powerful, visceral images in this!
“the assassinated black body bobbing in the clawfoot,” Fucking love this line and the entire poem. Well done!
My favorite line is also “the assassinated black body bobbing in the clawfoot,”…
So much in this poem. Love it. The title is brilliant.
The words and their placement intensifies your message in this…
Powerful writing! Well done!
This is both beautiful and powerful.