Among greengolden pastures,
the fierce grew. Its plastic
vampire teeth tore into the jugulars of bluebells,
its molten leavetaking gave the earth
scars and heartburn, and left the fresh grass in tears.
The roots, understanding the nature of siege, its effects
and causes, sent fierce a chance, moist daisy,
the softest of sorrow incarnate.
Fierce, mating beauty to sadness, blushed
an incandescent vermilion that spread
like holy wildfire.
Fierce stayed fierce
but loved through
daisy’s soft sorrow
in fostering fated
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