Planting Life With Death

Throughout the night
Maintenance sentries clocked by the hour
Sprinkle roots to spawn further
Their call of duty arcing
From flower bed
To curbside lawn patch
Arrogant tomorrows awash
Their 1% at work

In a different time zone
Thousands of mind-miles Eastward
Bombs and tracer-glow
Arc a different earth
Arid with history’s human mulch
Filling lungs with particles
Dust of bones and flesh
Fed but poison for lifetimes

How sad
This thing called war
Where daily irrigation of its roots
Seeps ever deeper into the erosion
Cycling seeds of hatred and ignorance
Spawning more perpetuated habit
Making yesterday’s season of life
A mere waiting game for
Tomorrow’s death

While here

Cool water runs freely
Sprinkling the healthiest lawns on earth

But…

Do we truly understand

Such symbolic implications?