Flower Conroy- June 30, 2021


She would have liked to birth


Her own religion introspected She worming

Her fists


& arms into Her cardigan the one

with pockets & a roar of a tear in the back as if She’d

gotten fanged snaking


under a barbed wire gate

These are the ruins that ruined us & so: She finds Herself

at the foot of yet another

ancient travesty of a sac-


red frescoed building

in the after-

noon light peculiar to such moldy holy grottos 

there’re rooms reserved for prayer & candle alone

the barefoot knocked-


up mother of a sacrifice therefore exquisite

in her

dust; it was cheese & bread & oil after

sheep blotting the hill

How will the apocalypse

smell? : Ironic blast of pop-corn


accord quickly met by…iris & gunpowder

…subdued ending…sandalwood Christ

who wouldn’t overreact

at the not last but second to last second just

before & perhaps

kiss the nearest

stranger tongue reading future?


 (La Fin Du Monde is the name of a perfume; poem quotes description of the scent, italicized; the phrase “these are the ruins that ruined us”—source unknown)


LGBTQ+ writer, NEA Fellow and former Key West Poet Laureate, Flower Conroy’s first full-length manuscript, “Snake Breaking Medusa Disorder” was chosen as the winner of the Stevens Manuscript Competition; her second collection, “A Sentimental Hairpin” is forthcoming from Tolsun Books. Her poetry will or has appeared in American Poetry Review, New England Review, Prairie Schooner, Michigan Quarterly Review and others.