Immediately the other coming forth,
held his brother’s foot in his hand…
Orchids hold humanity in rapt regard,
Repaying woman’s steady fondling gaze,
Collecting on man’s madness for beauty, starred
High in botany’s soiled paradise.
Informing roots, the living principle hangs
Down, the same that for eons delivered
Onychium - with fern’s primeval wings
Nesting prehistoric forests’ green-feathered
Yields. Like Isaac, this simple scion breeds
Complexity in opposition. From
Heir to son, crooked stem forever flowers
In air and sun that know no fall, seeds
Under earth until the spores of death’s powers
Make decay the fertile ground for kingdom come.