A Fourth of July Story: The Weeds’ Apocalypse

If  the weeds in my mother-in-law’s yard
Were on Facebook
And Twitter
They would post:

“Let the world know that
We, who have asked for so little—
Only small strips of soil to call our own—
Are overcome.
The ruling party sent in reinforcements
From the West.
Their attack was twofold:
Advance troops showered us with vinegar
And soap,
Which killed some
And injured many.
Stunned and weakened by their
Swift, efficient brutality
Few could resist,
Though many tried,
And the oppressors’ second wave moved in
To pick us off
One by one,
Then swept our bodies into piles,
Not even permitting the survivors
To bury the dead.
(Though in truth very few survived.)
The Ants, with whom we have coexisted
Did nothing to help us,
But simply ran.

Do not bother sending help;
The time for help has passed.
Just tell the world our story
And let them know:
We will be back.”


12 Responses to A Fourth of July Story: The Weeds’ Apocalypse

  1. Mark Weber says:

    An absolute masterful poem — quite possibly a masterpiece —
    forgatherings of solidarity and interdependancy —
    even some tongue & cheek narrative, but
    nothing to laugh about if
    you’re a weed

  2. Mark Weber says:

    PS — I had a band once called Mark Weber & the Weeds
    (Mary Redhouse on vocals and Michael Vlatkovich on trombone and
    myself on poemtry )

  3. Paula says:

    Out here on Long Island, the weeds have to contend with moss, too.

  4. Amir Bey says:

    What this report overlooks is Weeds’ secret ally who continually strike deep into the ruling party’s headquarters; they will conduct relentless onslaught, raising the red flag of no quarter taken, none given: The Band Joyeux, Cockroaches.

    • Oh, but the well-armored Band Joyeux had concentrated all its efforts on the city. The weeds’ main efforts were in the suburbs, where this battle took place.

      • Amir Bey says:

        Yes, they had a wonderful strategy, rural and urban guerrilla warfare; the weeds, as you so aptly described, fought the status quo on open ground, while la Bande Joyeux infiltrated central headquarters using eat and run tactics. This disguised la Bande Joyeux’s purpose -they were sanitation workers gathering evidence of Central’s waste.

  5. Amir Bey says:

    I’ve seen (or I have) what I call the “Weed Theory” of aging. When folks are young, they have the clarity, strength and vigilence necessary to hold off the weeds of their personal gardens. But as they age, those weeds become more prevalent. In some folks those weeds manifest as forgetulness, anti-social behavior, less patience with kith and kin, or weed-like accumilations of newspapers, old clothes, and too many memories. How are those weeds resisted? Don’t age, don’t tell!

    • “Don’t age, don’t tell.” I like it! Does raise a question: do we gather more weeds as we grow, or clear more out? Hmmmm. . . .????

      • Amir Bey says:

        Well, all kidding aside, I saw this when my father was passing away. It seemed as if the potential weeds had nothing to check them, and they grew and spread. He didn’t like to hang with the family – he loved it before – or any other socializing. Many things became routine: the morning newspaper, stop at the supermarket, etc. This became apparent when I looked at other elderly people, so now I’m trying to see what my potential weeds are! – Not that I can do anything about it, just like aging I guess. How I age will be the question!

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