It’s awkward now
watching resentment grow
like weeds in the Abandoned Garden of Eden.
Green & poisonous,
Serrated edges
stinking its defense,
These are the weeds that only
100 years can force into the background.
In 100 years, we’ll have a new forest,
but the garden we cleared,
used up for our failed humanity,
is now gone until all that is left is resentment.
screaming at low volumes
