We Will Be Story Poem by Manonton Dalan

these grass could have split ends
drying up at tips, could be mower's
dull blades could be culprit maybe
sprinkler is program by dampness
ground water is plentiful, rustic
turns my driveway brownish to red

garden man come every other week
to spray fertilizer rain takes it
down drain all way to ocean floor
where clams hurt their lips, eyes
soon they will mutate to scary form
i know you and me would be long gone