sometimesihatemycat

The chill
of decapitated grass
Like lettuce halved
and weeping
Chlorophyll clipped
and bleeding
Each single blade
blending
Scents of defense
and healing
Yards of forced
hydrocarbons
Oxygen intoxicants
These fields
for such dreaming
With the air
of green screaming

-a.r.

~ by April on May 17, 2016.

Posted in Abuse, Death, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Nature
Tags: Cut grass, Dream, Grass, healing, Injury, Land, Landscape, Mowing, Nature, Poetry, Scent