The Ivy Now

And Then

The Ivy Now

Am I not allowed to kill the ivy behind my home?

Am I to be mistook for someone without the

Wherewithal

to free myself from a

beast so constrictive?


In truth


I only remember the land that used to be

Free

from the

ivy we ran

                                   Far

into the sullen depths of

lost

lonely

acres that sleep under blankets of

nightmarish ivy now.


Quick

choking memory.

Crack

the leaves and run.

Smack

into poison poison

poison.


The ivy behind my home has left me hollow.

it fills the yard but leaves me bare.

It’s all gone from my eyes

but my mind can see it

in all mental absence it

is blinding


it is going now

lesser and lesser now

It’s all cemented now

Memory has died now.

Stomped by the footprint of the ivy


now

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