A forked stick (or shriek)
stuck in the ground (or eye)
can douse flowers
but is poetry to gardening
what flarf is to yanking trees
out of the ground
to check how they’re
growing then trying
to replant them
in some other field
quite clearly it’s not yet
the monkey wars
but goes all the way back
to the universal cosmic language
in its frog-pond form
prior to percept and concept.
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