les fleur du mal

The flower, all withering, all nourishing.
all domineering, all submissive
all cleansing, all is stain
sweetness that calleth back home; 
and along with it, nostalgic
feverish nightmare of childhood---for in a flower,
engendered, through those constricting veins, 
all decay, all death, all powerlessness.
all sin, nodding and smiling sin
all evil. all badness. all lameness.
all lie and vainglory, emptiness, 
mendacious tricks of reflecting light…
the flower of evil, she was wrathful
she was sad, Mor-Rigana
she was dreaming, alone with a parasol.
in the field of sunflowers, standing tall
alone, her lock of greenness of serpents of the land.
her naked feet were cushioned by
the infirm, black earth.
that is becoming less and less rich, warm and humid by the moment
for the corpse being buried beneath it are becoming less. (O the "Ocean")
the sunflower of evil dances her many forms,

 to the whim of the winds.