2018.05.08.
The Blade of Grass
Versions: #2I only believe in a little blade of grass,
forgotten on the railroad tracks.
I only believe in a little blade of grass,
resurrected between the pavement cracks.
You, you pull it out with your bulldozers,
king of gold,
slave of gold.
You, you bury it with your four winters,
son of death,
and father of death.
Me, I have hated you from the beginning of time,
but still in my despair,
I will still love you much more,
than you can ever love
under your black parasol.
I only believe in a little blade grass,
forgotten.