A Senseless Slaughter
You never know when,
a “black death” thumb instead of a “green” one,
will murder your flowers while,
you’re on vacation.
Co-workers, well-meaning;
can slaughter your workplace joy
if you ask them to,
plant-sit in your absence.
Like the pet hamster that,
you had as a child;
beloved plants fall prey to,
untalented or uncaring hands.
Never stolen like tissues, Pens and notepads;
plants re-greet you while,
hanging onto their last breath of air.
Now, aren’t you glad you came back?
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