You won’t trounce it
with vinegars or salts,
or surfactants,
or hard-pruning the radicant;
nor endarkening
nor relentless bombing
nor polio, dysentery, cholera or mauling;
nor by decapitation.
That weed
is fodder for the ancestors of the dinosaur.
That weed dresses the wheels
of the glorious instrument.
That nuisance laurels
exalted heads.
There are no pests.
Say it with me again:
there is no original sullying sin.
Just lizard skin efflorescing
proliferate feathering.
Horsetails, like anything, dream of abundance,
dream of keys fitting locks.
You’re not a revenant if you were never gone.
(--Tyrannosaur aestivation as soporific blink:
see the turkey toddling
up the bank?)
Sinter makes of iron steel.
Many spokes make a wheel.
Say it with me once again:
there are no pests,
no malicious dens.
No weeds.
Nothing that
doesn’t feed.
This plant is also called horsetail, or bottlebrush, pewterwort, or scouring rush; in French: prêle des champ. In Mi'kma'ki it is called mistatimosoy.
This plant was a food source in the Carboniferous era; was later grazed by dinosaurs.
Horsetail was used to wax the wheels of hurdy gurdy instruments.
In Palestine, many people displaced by the Occupation have retained the keys to their homes.
Turkeys are believed to be closely descended from Tyrannosaurus.
It is now thought that many dinosaurs were feathered.
