Neighbour

Lawnmower, roaring now
like Tiananmen tanks,
scalping growth for
the fourth time this week.

Later, the blades
silent and cooling,
he goes hunting
for survivors:

kneecap reconnaisance
with scissors and poison.
Today, a cataract of rain
discovered him:

ponchoed and oblivious,
sending green corpses
to sewer graves
with a garden hose.

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