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eathless</p><p id="476c">Lifeless, the stringent edges of his shaved hedge</p><p id="0e09">Clipped and snipped into hard lines and edges</p><p id="1903">He kills everything that lives</p><p id="673e">With weed killer and pesticide</p><p id="a686">Pruned limbs of apple trees</p><p id="edc8">Pinned to the wall like a sacrifice</p><p id="9f56">Dead heads the roses , rakes up the leaves</p><p id="2a28">His garden is a battlefield</p><p id="2e15">Nothing breathes unless he lets it</p><p id="1e89">He basks in the glory</p><p id="2c94">Tales a break in the mid-day sun</p><p id="23ab">His flowers line up like troops</p><p id="e71e">His plants stand to attention</p><p id="510d">It’s soundless, soulless, slipping away</p><p

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He Kills Everything That Lives

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Image by Jeon Sang-O from Pixabay

An apocalyptic graveyard of his own making

He loves the vibrancy of his shorn green grass

Beheaded, squashed down, breathless

Lifeless, the stringent edges of his shaved hedge

Clipped and snipped into hard lines and edges

He kills everything that lives

With weed killer and pesticide

Pruned limbs of apple trees

Pinned to the wall like a sacrifice

Dead heads the roses , rakes up the leaves

His garden is a battlefield

Nothing breathes unless he lets it

He basks in the glory

Tales a break in the mid-day sun

His flowers line up like troops

His plants stand to attention

It’s soundless, soulless, slipping away

He oversees destruction but sees only glory

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