Skullcap skulking sets a booby trap
right in the middle of the city bombsite
Fireweed reds subversively conspire
with others that police don’t know the names of
they plot in plots to overthrow
lawn order and
the standards of our haughty culture
ranks of disciplined domesticated plants
will hold them back
terrorist terrestrials
have to be stopped
topped & lopped
& nipped in the bud
we can no longer tolerate
such anarchic incursions into the state
they’re nothing but barbarians
who’d overrun our Empire
agrarian imperatives
require that we defend ourselves
double dig for Victory
harrow earth till finally
our stubborn foe
is vanquished by the humble hoe
clearly clearances present
a strong cast-iron argument
to totally confute & spoil
the spurious answer in the soil
our natural superiority
will be revealed
when we take the field
we’re bound to win
in this world it’s we who’ll wield
ultimate authority
Cleavers with their sword-like leaves
Arrowhead & Spearwort
& any weapons they can muster
are powerless & obsolete
now we are waging biochemical warfare
we’ve found a more effective herbicide
a better deadlier defoliant
soon there’ll be only sporadic resistance
our scorched earth strategy is sure to succeed
we’ll ruthlessly eradicate
the forces of the enemy
so Anemone farewell
& likewise Asphodel
a glad adieu
to Feverfew
Fennel & Yarrow
cheerio
bye bye
Ox-eye
Purslane slain
may we never meet again
old relict flora’s well-nigh floored
fruitless them mounting a rearguard action
the Sedge has withered
& the Sainfoin wilts
Spurge is on the verge of being beaten
Reed Sweetgrass retreats
we got the route
that put a lot to rout
the rest desert
we’ll ride in triumph on tyrannic tracks
uniform concrete can conquer completely
Nature defeated will be neat & tidy
as yet some thorny problems nettle us
the graveyard’s disgracefully overgrown
dead we make good
compost & bonemeal
to feed the clay & fertilize
poor barren dust
Ghost Orchids haunt us
Poppies spring up in no-man’s
land
& even after every stalk is shot
seeds gone underground keep threats alive
of a riot of colours
in a Mayday meadow
