time to cut the grass <br />harvest another poem <br />whirling blade, whirling thoughts <br />helicopter gunships hurled in Shakespear’s spheres <br />back and forth – this is real <br />in a square crunching the Virginia Reel <br />wild violets with their purple blooms <br />how dare they claim such royal tombs <br />oops! missed that dandelion with its yellow crown <br />invading my no zone <br />should I spare it let it proliferate <br />let Darwin’s guessing game decide its fate <br />for which much feuding is to blame <br />snatch it from the lion’s jaw <br />drink its tea, make its wine and host a picnic <br />slice its royal milky throat <br />with the likes of Richard the lion- <br />hearted so gentle though I be <br />on this crusade of pesticide <br />that bush my witness will surely be <br />wild strawberries drooping bloody droplets <br />no sweetness there to taste <br />but why make haste <br />Oh Sons of Zion I think not of thee <br />I wish you could forever be –– free <br />from the crusades of genocide <br />over the creeping ivy <br />mares eat oats and little lambs eat ivy <br />its poison creeping into my veins <br />where love your enemy has no rule <br />my cat he does not hesitate <br />to pounce on mice he sees <br />food, food or could it be his sport <br />well hell I can be sporty too <br />in this crusade deciding who – <br />of enemies or happen-to-be’s <br />ev’rywhere tonsured, trim and clean <br />no lonely sentinel to this slaughter of reigning plants <br />the grass is blowing in the wind <br />my thought are scattered in what I find <br />I set aside my mower in its silent womb <br />my poem still abides <br />my no zone inside <br />---------alone <br />it’s a clone <br />---------my own <br /> <br /> – May 17,2004 <br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cutting-a-poem/
