A weed is a flower
growing where it lacks permission.
A weed is a thief
drafting plans outside my vision.

I make the rules.
This is my yard, my garden.
This fence marks
my kingdom and I am the warden.

I am not gentle-
no benevolent monarch.
I will not spare
those who terrorize my hard work.

I tear through the
interlopers with gloveless hands
that are stained,
splintered, discolored by the land.

I am Kali.
I am not Mother Nature.
I am not Eostre-
Goddess sent to nurture.

You need not fear
if you are viola, rose, or lilac.
But if your name is “dandy”
then, you go into the waste sack.

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