Witch Grass

Its baby stems reach up

like a witch’s broom

And grow thick hairs as thick

as Like a witch’s chin

Hair, scutch, twitch,

quake, and cough grass

Once, in June, I picked a blade—

Swished it back and forth under your chin

Tickle grass—

sweet as rain,

Soft as skin.

Soon after,

It sent up a its bristly panicle:  of seeds

Fine, brittle branches

Easily broken, and blown away

Carrying weed weed seed,

devil’s grass,

For thousands of acres,

Hell, thousands of miles—

As far as a the devil

can reach.

Tumble and panic grass

Flying Flitters and flies Flies upon its wooden broom

To where you are now

To where I am now-

It walks through my gates,

It walks through my walls,

Whirls through my mind—


Grass.  Grass.

What is weed weed

And what is not weed  weed–

As simple as Separated by one word.