To Multiflora
You, my friend, are the world
You are also the enemy
Unrelenting foe
Pressing your thorns into my skin
Your crown of thorns draws blood
My blood drips freely
It is finally free
It dries on your indifferent thorns
You who are growing, multiplying
The world is yours for the taking
Those who once lived where you live
Have lived long enough
Once is enough
They no longer need to live here
Cannot live here.
The world is yours for the taking
Do you care as you drive out the old?
You cannot care
You are conquering the world
The world is already lost
What new life will grow from its death,
From your death, my friend?