Poem

Indonesian Corpse Flower

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As a Juggernaut of Blooms,
this Amorphophallus looms above
the Huntington’s milling crowds,
an equatorial cloud of putrid odor
spilling over the heads of its viewers.
We mill around its towering spadix,
clicking furiously on our shutters.
What a marvel at this despairing time:
hourly traffic jams to see this spathe
unfurl like the beginning of the world.