Poem: Fertilizer

The old hag sneers
as she passes my garden
a witch too early for Samhain

“Goddamn idiot, why the fuck did you do this?”

as she misses the riot of roses
vivid coneflowers
frigid iced lavender hibiscus
the last of the fuschia blazing stars

spring is a flurry of pink tulips
peach and white daffodils
and purple crocuses

but she like the old dead grass better

Fuck you, too.
There will be plenty of time for grass
when you’re under it.