' ' ' ' ' pillar of the Earth
' ' ' ' ' pillar of the earth
unbeknowst to me
I was farming you and dozens of your squishy brethren
amongst the lurid proliferation of morning glories
that I thought would be pretty
in front of the house.
Though for weeks I saw, indirectly,
you, in senseless, bloated gluttony,
making the obscenely verdant, lustily growing heart-shaped leaves holy,
I did not ken to the fact that middle-finger sized brownish larvae
were living in harmony (sin?) with pencil-thick creepers of fluorescent green,
One of whom yesterday clung squirmily to my shirt as I passed
Nearly causing a freakout and/or vomiting.
O ' ' ' ' ' pillar
when the blustering wind knocked the trellis free from the wall
the roots of vines held on
You must have slammed in soft, wormy brainlessness to the ground
And perhaps, in momentary, dull wonder that you did not get impaled that time
Found squashing mortality the next moment beneath my sandal
And I, lifting the trellis again to the wall
Began a dance of horrified chagrin
As the miniature wave of green, gooey innards
kissed my foot's bare arch.
O ' ' ' ' ' pillar of the earth
You shall have your revenge
For the next 12 days when I think on you
A gagging will manifest in my throat
A sickness in my gut.
Perhaps we should blame the wind, ' ' ' ' ' pillar
Or the sun that grew the seeds
For this unwanted exchange of death and horror
That came between us
Between you and your morphing from disgusting into beautiful.