Long live the weeds that overwhelm My narrow vegetable realm The bitter rock, the barren soil That force the son of man to toil All things unholy, marred by curse, The ugly of the universe.
Long live the weeds that overwhelm My narrow vegetable realm The bitter rock, the barren soil That force the son of man to toil All things unholy, marred by curse, The ugly of the universe.
The indignity of it With everything blooming above me, Lilies, palepink cyclamen, roses, Whole fields lovely and inviolate, Me down in the fetor of weeds, Crawling on all fours, Alive, in a slippery grave.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories