John Wyndham’s Lilies

he must have seen their searching
snake heads slow opening
to tiny precise beaks
screams beyond hearing fill the room
glass thrills with them
they are wide open white
each pistil a stalked eye
each stamen a long dark bean
of blood

Jan Dean

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