Thursday, August 19, 2010
Ruler of the Garden
Sweat drips salty tears on seedlings;
Weeds crowd close but my vicious fingers choke them,
Twist them out of their safe harbor and then
Into the wheelbarrow with other unfortunates.
I am the ruler of this world, making god-like decisions of life and death.
I wreak havoc on the hill homes of ants and burrows of worms,
My sharp shovel is my sword that brings
My edicts to fruition.