Greener Grass

I’ll put chemicals on my grass—

to make it greener than yours.

But in the process it will destroy

the flowers, their petals falling—

Away like a corpse—never to return

Until I stop.

The filament attached

To all life—

spanning from one being

to another—

Will weaken.

I will not strengthen it again

because I want green grass—

So green it is blinding—

So green others will look on with envy.

They will only see the grass,

not the emptiness of my garden.