Thing One

Thing One

A Poem by Consuela Burke

Thing One
Petals uncoiled
With only 
Self-Persuasion
In dry satin
For the 
dark occasion

For musty
Loosened flesh
De-feathered 
After molting

The bee
So full
He leaks 
On segments
Forced to quiver

How revolting. 

© 2014 Consuela Burke


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Added on February 17, 2014
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