Gardening

We like to think of war as a garden,
a place we plant
with the latest armaments and ammunition
strictly bred for harm. 

 It blossoms with fields of torn bodies,
buildings destroyed,
and land 
made infertile by bombing.

 The most harmful flowers  
we treasure
and plant with care.
We name plow and feed them with blood.

 While generally pleased with yield,
we are seeking ways
to get beyond measure by acre 
to the last square inch.

 To reduce random seeding of peace,
we infect the wind
with microbiotic particles.

 Now we’ll see who wins!