G.D. Anderson

HOPE  

“Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torments of man.” 

        – Friedrich Nietzsche 

Hope is an abundance of colors. 

Bright unblemished faces. 

Nuns kneeling on long wooden benches.  

Pensioners asphyxiated at slot machines. 

Hope is cartwheels, Roman candles of delight. 

It is Elpis mired in Pandora’s Box. 

Yet to me if hope were a flower, I think 

Titan Arum: Tall. Incongruent. Tainted. 

Its great rising anther cap piercing the air. 

Like Adam appling Eve behind a bush.