The Tractor and the Dandelion
Who would have thought it likely
the tractor and dandelion
would inhabit the same field,
poet and tyrant tread the same path,
agent of change live with the unchanging
in this recurrent game?
Even as advancing metal
expunges the living plant
the dandelion spreads its seeds to further fields.
Leaves sprout anew amid rusting wrecks.
Long after the assassin's bullet
the words of dead men rise from the grave.
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Colin
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