Jerusalem Artichoke (Helianthus)

Helianthus

Tanned yellow tiles,
The open face of a sun flower,
Pollen-clutched bees and butterflies,
Composite, compound soul,
That keeps vigil on the forefront
In an anthesis of a celestial sun,
That can swallow yellowcake,
Through her sieves and tongues,
And stands untouched through time,
Like an Elizabethan virgin,
Who smiles for the simple reason
She is not just an artichoke
Plucked at budding, before she emerges
As a flowerhead, just a Jerusalem artichoke,
Giving the tongue, a meager divinity of taste,
And the tummy, the torment of the wind,
And yet, perpetuates as persistently,
As Christian tradition.

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