These flowers are blooming in my garden right now. The poem comes from my book Reconnaissance.
Named Lucifer, she rides her curving stem
Rococo red glad mimic in the shade
Seems rare as orchid, skating on her blade
Of stiff hard green, her color sings a hymn
To all those corms whose offspring number them
Among the stars, prolific garden trades
Because they crowd and choke the flower beds.
Late summer crows sway scarlet in the light
Of slanting sun on slender arching branch
Named Lucifer, those thousand bug sized crows
Of red, assembled bold and bright
Like sailboats getting ready for their launch,
Like poison berries no one ever knows.