Smooth and nylon, it gathers itself
from the street, sweeping variety off
the front lawn. A seed
satisfying the trigger, the launch
of power machinery and chemicals. Powering
the engineered boundaries.
Spaces cultured
between blades,
prefabricated to separate opinions and lawn chairs.
Bahia, Laboratory, Bermuda
St. Augustine, Catholicism
And I might reach for the carpet, fingers
sprouting fingers, and shake hands.
Weedanol, Fencepost, Tufor
Ridz-2-4-D, Capital
And within the grass I can hear pistons, boiling,
and fear. Or maybe irrigation.