On the absurd notion of spraying herbicides in Graveyards for the sake of “tidyness”.

Killing in the Graveyard

He’s killing in the graveyard,
White mask, pack on back.
Nozzle spraying poison amid
Worn memorial plaques.

Yesterdays’ ills
Became lush green leaf,
Reaching up from beneath.
But today he kills

Daisies, buttercups, mosses,
Grasses, vetches,
Stops fetches
More and poisons more
And more
Until all that’s left
Are three plastic flowers
In a faded ceramic vase.

By DermyMcNally

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