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Occasional Poetry - 32. Hogweed and Darkness
i>There really is such a plant as Giant Hogweed. You can look it up. It is very, very, nasty; do not go near it. And watching 'Alien' still gives me the creeps.
All of the errors and poetic abominations committed herein are mine. You can bet on that.
All of the errors and poetic abominations committed herein are mine. You can bet on that.
Giant Hogweed
There grows upon the river's steamy bank
a looming, umbellated tower in white,
which seems to grow a fathom overnight
while menacing its neighbors, wild and rank.
Its broadly incised leaves will spread, and thank
the sun for all the rays they steal to spite
the other plants which shrink away in fright,
botanical corruption at their flank.
So like the Giant Hogweed am I made,
the likeness is astonishing, I fear;
for those who every caution disobeyed
and wander so that I might touch them near,
I burn and blind, their innocence repaid
with everlasting scars their souvenir.
In the Dark
Do not return my smile, for I am ill,
a strange and dreadful creature lives within,
consuming all I am with evil grin,
delighted so my inmost parts to kill.
As I record my dismal fate, a chill
suffuses what is left beneath my skin
with dread for every skirmish deep within
which leaves me colder, emptier and still.
And every glass which mocks my saddened frame
I banished, for they hastened to declare
the changes wrought, repulsion to declaim
to all who breathe, or daylight with me share,
reflecting the emergence of my shame,
my very soul exposed to open air.
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