Loneliness - 3

Loneliness has roots in your gene.

Weeds in your lawn don't die naturally.
Chemical weapons only work on rodents and men.
With iron hands, you bury the lawn down;
steal rods, bricks, mortar and cement.

You put an all white double swing chair.
A beer in your hand you move
your legs back and forth in time.

The swing squeaks.
Your shadow slips underground and
a foliage creeps out of the tomb.