Efi Hatzimanolis #15 'A Nematode to Beauty and Truth'

I’ve ceded the walking plants -

the banana grove to the birds, and the white possum,

the lemongrass to the chicory, and vice versa - 

to the winter, the wild fennel,

to the aphids, its pollen.

Everything in my garden

turns on everything else,

even the compost, 

in this dire humidity, 

turns on itself.

I harvest the spoilage

together with the flowerage,

because, as they say, beautage is truthage,

and I'm at the end of my tether,

I'm thinking of starting 

a school for scarecrows -

walking scarecrows -

for the plants more than the wildlife

- that should trim their toes.

Here’s a live one (there’s one in every family).