Violence in the field,
green spires flying
in all directions.
Green blood-splattered sandals.
I had no recourse.
They were growing too strong,
so I HAD to mow them down,
every last one.
I sweated over it
‘til none stood above the others.
I mowed them down,
keeping vigil over
the mayhem ‘til
all the screaming
drifted into silence.
agd
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