Pulling the plug

I’m pulling the plug for a while

but have no fear, shed no tears

my words will go down on paper

until I return, and I will type them

or use the paper to start a fire

and burn my thoughts,

turn them to ash

mans inhumanity is killing me

but before I crash

I’m going to go hide

in the garden, imagining

that the weeds I pull

are the people so full

of greed and ignorance

hatred and spite

and as I lay these weeds down

and they wilt in the night

beneath the light of the moon

the garden will sigh in relief

and I’ll cry in disbelief

at how healthy it’s become.


About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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