Those diligent gardeners of fascism
–they plant themselves
in their appointed rows
and finger their potting tools.
They commence to prune.
They pursue their weeding.
Their mechanical motions
are repetitive, frequent, predictable.
And squinting is unnecessary.
Individual aim is irrelevant.
Collective action is pure.
Cock and trigger.
Wait.
Cock and trigger.
Next.
But the roses that sprout
from every bullet hole
will germinate tomorrow’s blight.
And the multiflora will sweep away
the cultivation
and its gardeners.
Duane Vorhees
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