While we sleep, cook, tend to our email
they stretch out, they burrow down deep
oh, how the dandelions and crab grass flourish
they dig in, hole up, awaiting the takeover,
their mass strangling of innocent peas, carrots, arugula
a sappy coup, a stealthy mutiny
up & over the tilled beds
so lovingly dug and dug again
the village compost applied
so generously so handily
for such as they, needing so little
calcium & magnesium, boosts of nitrogen
to take over my allotment by sun-up...
To work! the gardener gets out of her ergonomic chair
dons her ancient gloves, jams her feet into her bog boots
grabs the cloven-steel root digger
hoists the sharp-edged spade
stumbles out into the chilly dawn
ready at last to do battle
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