O Death’s Peak Bloom eau de reaper O mortal floral portal to worlds ginormous stalk earth's-reversed damoclean sword dangling upwards in the room of the US botanic garden O famously putrid & powerful friend namesake scent spreading petals amorphophallus titanium, carrion great titan plant wind open from each side, petal part & arch backs each direction un- curving & falling each of us rots, yes- but do we… NEED another reminder of nature's cruelty? It must suck to be associated with such. By way of the nose. I've heard it said scent is the strongest sense. I bet you hate that. Watching the world take you out of it. Put you in a room. Watching the world go by the world you once knew. O flower in a glass room in the capitol of the empire of thoughts & prayers O corpse flower In your dreams Do you dream Of you everywhere? Death surrounding? Do you dream our reality? Of course not— that's just as unfair as what they made your name. When you're just trying to get by, get some sun, survive, & pollinate.
— Adam Powers