the price of
shade
in the
front yard
is eternal
vigilance
so we have
to call in
the topiary
warriors
the slashing
green berets
armed with
chainsaws
who sever away
with brutal
precision
clearances documented
in the
botanic verses
the rules
of engagement
but these horticultural
mutilated
monsters
grow
another trunk from
their elevated
stump
the result
is grotesque
conjoined freaks
of flora
two-forked leafy
demons
that slowly
mutate to form
huge flourishing
eyes
they linger
outside each
of our front
doors, in columns
at
attention, waiting
we must continue
the arboreal
butchery
if we let
them grow
we lose our
power
the Botanic Verses
ReplyDeleteby Salad Rushdie
found in the
Encyclopedia Botanica
well if y run out of trimming fodder anytime, Clark
ReplyDeletejust pop up to Markwell
and shape the bush to whim
there is shade at night
ReplyDeletemeanwhile air-conditioning
sucking life from trees