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Hideous weeds hide
in high grasses. Experts examine
lawns with satellites, surveil
with drones, send in spies.
Intelligent eyes can’t locate
the wild pests so tap-tap-tap
go the buttons and neighborhoods
are bombed and burned and stripped
bare and young lingering eyes of flowers
are cut off at the head.
I could ask a question of the wise
pale moon in the thick evening heat
but it’s dusted with debris.
A speaker echoes…
indiscriminately
inhumanity.
And I ask myself is this not a swarm
of bees in the making, generations
of hate stewing, a turn of minority
to majority, a dark legacy.
Richard L. Matta grew up in New York and now lives in San Diego. Some of his work is found in Ancient Paths, Dewdrop, San Pedro River Review, Third Wednesday, Slipstream, and many international haiku journals.
