Tuesday, March 22, 2022


Ah, life! --
         into the dumpster.
They lived too well,
                    these vines,
      for death
            was everywhere,
The barely alive
      and the vicious kind,
          white, with jagged
Too much death, in fact, 
                      to notice
Where the spirit
         has actually left
    the greyed-out branch
            or papery nest.
The absent no longer
         concerns us,
                  it has done
                  the dying
       that is our chief

As we tactically strike
           new infestation 
And relocate civilians 
                  to the trees,
Trying to blur the lines
       between what has
  some price to pay
           and what is free.