Rant 2 Poem by R K Summers

Trackless, ceaseless,
Driving force,
Screaming nightmarish followers of roses,
Only ever wanting more,
Bearing snarling fangs and banshee shrieking,
Like spoilt children,
Tending nurtured foliage like a wolf over a cub.

Deep breath,
Eyes close,
And plunge into the murky void,
The deep dank darkness,
Reeking of wet soil,
Charming ladies with the cheeky wink of a cyclamen,
Poisoning with the burning sting of insecticide.