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Source:
Adults
Author:
Rhona Aitken
Title:
Taraxacum Officinale
Gurning, spluttering, the four-wheeled leviathan
carved its way across the grass,
devouring daisies and the golden fleece
of dandelions.
“Why?” I asked “Please - why?”
“They be weeds.” came the reply.
Tearing apart their golden heads
the charioteer carved on -
children of the sun strewn stricken
on the minced remnants of the grass.
I told them I was sorry,
but mangled voices answered me -
“Don’t worry - we’ll be back.
We always return. It is our way!”
and undeniably they were right.
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