those damn slugs have taken over
the tomatoes are four feet high
and were growing more and more
to the sun but
are now rotted at the root
my efforts seem misbegotten
so much anticipation of all
the stews and ragouts
all my plans seem now
gone to mush
the plants look thriving from the top
but underneath
I see the pulpy inch wide stems
scummy and slimy, the roots
holding barely to the dust
its like that sometimes
when the slugs take over
all your plans are rotted at
the root
I feel a sadness is taking
root in my bones
something I cannot weed out
its like those slugs are
trying to get at me
what do I gotta do
but start over
just like the time I did before
and the times
before that.
(these are those
times
the New Romans
goose-stepping through them
streets
and I
the
lost
pilgrim.)
copyright August 12, 2014
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