So they chose the least florid of flowers,

most human: post-fall and worldly,

willing only to the softest (blindest) hands,

boxes of mulchy darkness,

and they took it to its most conceptually florid,

a perfect study

and that’s where the Protestantism shows:

the economy of logic in the way

they ended up houseless,

coiled like rope,

and sucking on the fingers

of other men’s onions.