THE ROSE BUSH MASSACRE
“A fool sees not the same tree
that a wise man sees
which moves some to tears of joy
is in the others only a green thing
that stands in the way.”
William Blake
Brutal cruel and ignorant
Barbaric really
That stupid woman
Who chopped the flowering rose bushes
Down to one-foot stumps
Because their petals littered the common driveway
And she had no time to clean up after them
She thought they were her disobedient children
She a self appointed cleaner
No gardener of our common garden drive
With no knowledge of gardening children or cleanliness
She spends all her time sterilizing her house
And drying her badly washed laundry
In the unwilling air of the rolling Tuscan hills
This is what we are dealing with
Un- trainable un-teachable blindness
Beasts who massacre deface and pollute
the blessedness of this world unseen
unknown unknowable
The dignity of the non-human world
Assaulted by creatures from hell
Destroyed without compunction
Without any moral consideration
I hear the roses screaming in my sleep
But it’s too late
They will no longer be flourishing
We have come too far
There is no hope left
We can only wait
For the world to be truly cleansed
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