Trumpet Vine

By | 1 August 2015

There was that tower
they built on the hill high above you
up by the reservoir,
remember?

The tower that frightened you
so much you wanted to wear
a lead helmet because of
the emanations,

until I pointed out that lead
was probably more dangerous.
You’d be better off chopping
the damn thing down

then taking your axe to the plastic,
the petrol, the asbestos, the 245T,
except that you wouldn’t have the time,
remember,

or the energy already sapped
by the emanations. Better to
change shape, become a vine
and climb, climb

flamboyantly, climb and smother
foliate and tendril, trumpet vine
cow itch vine, and flower there,
enjoy the view.

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