(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.
Red like blood and poppies;
Laughing and vicious,
Like a young lioness,
Fresh and ready for her hunt.
Spring came with a vengeance.