Poem: Fertility

By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden


Lilac does but sing
Yet daffodils clutch the hem
And shriek
Peering through shades of heaven
With antagonistic eyes
Filaments clutch and rip paste
From made-up visage
To reveal but mucid clinging to wall
Time is shallow and merciless,
Harboring waste
Within mechanical machine
Papier Mache from strips of flesh
An arty pig

My oh my, does lilac sing
Storing saccharine scent within air of musk
Yet Daffodils shriek
As the egg deepens within grime

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