Poetry Annual 1998	O Y S T E R   B O Y   R E V I E W   [ 8 ]
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Keith Flynn
T H E   P O W E R   O F   M O V E M E N T   I N   P L A N T S
Something went wrong on the operating table                         as the scientists                                                 struggled to design                 a more contemporary daisy         and the people outside were peeking in the window                                         on the prowl for celebrities                 and three Haitians                                 with hands like feathers                 were playing hide the pea         stringing pearls together by their hope of paradise                 and everyone leaned rhyming forward                 ready to audition the daisy                         and one scientist filled with savage thoughts         of apostasy kept screaming GARBO ZOMBIES MAMBO                 like some kind of weird mantra                         and a picket line of erotic children                 danced in a circle         saying everything unfinished is a kindred spirit                                 and snapdragons groaned                         in the brawl of a dry thicket                 and the critics with honeymoon elbow         cruised the corridors in complete confusion                                 saying ten days before Christmas                                 Hollywood needs the daisy                                 and the tension was unbearable         as the scientists built on the will of the people                                         presiding over the death of history                         and the saints of reason lusting in earnest                 whispered centuries of rebellion         and the agnostics in their blind alleys trembled                         and from its deep murky well         the great daisy like a ghost woman whose face was the sun                 issued forth                                 its enormous petals unfolding                 and crickets like dark angels         leaped singing from the buildings in ruin         and the kingdom of flowers hardened against the shadows                         and the roar                                         of the daisy                                 was louder than a thousand dawns                         and the sound of its voice was a scar.
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