Poem: Seed

In the cracks

One must look

To find the evil seed


Kill it fast

Before it grows

And devours all we need


The roots are cracking

The forgotten bridge

We used to tend with care


It leads to a place

We once called home-

And ’twas the sweetest anywhere


This infection

That is growing

Must quickly now be stopped


It is a liar

But its head is showing…

All the better to be lopped off!