My neighbor pours chemicals on his weeds.
A piece of the earth strangles. Whatever is
a weed anyway? Just a notion that breeds
arrogance. Nature needs all its presences.
My neighbor pours chemicals on his weeds.
My garden is a tangle. I let things grow.
Maybe I tidy up a bit. But I
pray over living things and leave no
poisons to think about when I die.
My neighbor pours chemicals on his weeds.