Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The Final Resting Place Of Reason

Born of enlightenment
Structured by reason
Freed by struggle
Phytolacca americana
With birds
And declarations

The fresh shoots of spring
Prove tasty morsels
Hunger for more ensues
The people
The land
The animals are conquered
Phytolacca americana
Spreads in disruption

Hunger is not sated
Spring bleeds to summer
Consumption continues
As the poison builds

Reason cries wait
The tasty morsels of spring

Initial euphoria of toxins
Turns consumption to God
Enlightenment and reason
Are supplanted
By the old superstition and power
History is rewritten
To hide the past struggle

Phytolacca americana
Spreads in disruption
Consumes and
Is consumed
Non stop

The black ink berries
Of fall are eaten
The poison inside intensifies

Reason is heavy
Carted around for so long
Stored and laid flat
Used to clean fish

Consumption digs
Phytolacca americana
Winter tubers with the most poison
That issue delectable
Spring shoots

Will hunger be satiated

Reason retreats
To a garden wilderness
A new field of Pokeweed
On disturbed ground
And waits
For Pytolacca americana's
Next spring of enlightenment

“Aude Sapere”

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Anonymous said...

Haha, not knowing the latin name of poke, it was like reading a murder mystery!
Too bad it is kind of pretty.


Christopher C. NC said...

Bev you are the first one brave enough to comment on my scary poem.

Lola said...

Ha, you almost had me there Christopher. Starting off I did not know about what you were talking till further into your lovely poem I recognized what you were talking about. I've had Poke Salit many times when I was a kid. Even cooked some when I was in N.C. It is quite good. Even cooked with eggs.
Poor fellow, like most of his era, didn't live to a ripe old age.

Frances said...

While trying to find your post on garden rant mentioned in a comment I came upon the link to your poem. I had read it without leaving a note, as happens sometimes. I knew the latin name so knew what you were talking about. It is everywhere here, thanks to the voracious cardinals who like to eat on the run. Some gets left to grow and berry up, most gets pulled, but eat it ourselves? Well, no.