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|  FIRETHORN

 
  Ever throttle a plant?
Slam the door, trample the narcissus
and dicentra, grab
the Korean lilac and shake it
until it suffocates, roots dangling.

Or take the Felco pruners
and chop the Japanese maple
to the knuckles. Spin gravel
with a bike and race
to the cedar hedge,
tear off a branch,
bite the bark right off.

Put your hand straight
into a firethorn bush
and squeeze hard don't give a fuck
deep spikes in the palm,
scratch lines burning
purple christ up to the elbow.

This is not the last time.


from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
Copyright © Jim Slominski