Aug 2019
Tired legs drag me through your green city.
A city greener now, with the rain.
Crushed as you are, you challenge me not.
Your scent reaches my nostrils; a beacon of health.
Forgive me for my harvest;
Tearing you asunder.
Thought for myself.
Thought for love.
Thought for the collective.
I wish to cure sickness;
unto death.
I remember you, but alas,
they will forget your fate.
A city greener now, with the rain.
Crushed as you are, you challenge me not.
Your scent reaches my nostrils; a beacon of health.
Forgive me for my harvest;
Tearing you asunder.
Thought for myself.
Thought for love.
Thought for the collective.
I wish to cure sickness;
unto death.
I remember you, but alas,
they will forget your fate.
I was remembering the love I had for my garden, and of the harvest; loss of my plants. That love, I feel, goes unrecognized.
I also had darker thoughts. Thoughts of savagery, and a harvest comparable to theft.
I also had darker thoughts. Thoughts of savagery, and a harvest comparable to theft.
