I cut their heads off eagerly
with a snip of the sharpest blade.
I lopped a few of the living too, carelessly
desperate to get the burnt and shriveled corpses
out of sight. I was the knight
finishing the dragon with one last
slice across the neck. And yet,
these daisies meant no harm.
Often my poetry comes from close observation of the natural world. Recently, I’ve realized that I also need to observe myself observing the world.
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