With Apologies to Pablo Neruda

(04/11/2016 for National Poetry Month HitRECord challenge)

With Apologies to Pablo Neruda:

I cut the flowers.
I laid waste to the green strip of suburban lawn under my window;
I torched the trees and watched the dark smoke pollute the sky,
Inch by insufferable inch.

Dear God,
She came.
Spring came,
Red like blood and poppies;

Demeter's daughter,
Laughing and vicious,
Like a young lioness,
Fresh and ready for her hunt.

Spring came,
Dear God,
Spring came with a vengeance.