Holy monster WATER LILY you are the reliquary
You hold the hopes of us now we face end times
And pray to you namaste, tattoo you on arses
When you are the butthole that hots up and traps us
Changes at night while we rollick inside you
The gigantic illustrious one bred at Kew
That got pulled up and splayed out, specimen alien
An ornament arabesque systemic sphincter
What seems chaotic is all geometric
It isn’t that romance opposes technique
Still you seem impossible, specially when twirling
The mothership redesign biomorph handmaiden
The answer repeated and echoed and blasted
Out through the spongey amplified waterways
“Here is the way you survive”: it’s a chorus
Interdependence, collusion, revival
Anarchy: we all look after each other.
This is an excerpt from Tamara Barnett-Herrin’s WATER LILY, from the current issue of FENCE.
