Their heads cushion our feet
Reflect sunbeams
Smell of bloom and chlorophyll
Revive the sense
Pull them out by the roots
Growing among cultured fellows
Wild clover and alfalfa cover
Our lawn of English grass
So soft to touch
Pull them out at dawn
After the dew has settled
Untutored, unwanted, unwelcome
These pockets of clover and alfalfa
Cut their heads off with a lawn mower
Let snails eat their blades
Ants devour their roots
Birds to peck at the seed
Ask of supply and demand
Why are you so cruel
To these species
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