Floral Genocide

In the sun, I'm smashing flowers

Try to run and get devoured

plowing with destructive powers

Rip off the petals one by one

let them wilt and rot in the sun

Slit the stems and break the vacuoles

They bleed out water and stain the trowel

Cleanse with plant based cotton towels

My fingers green from chloroplast

Strangling flowers is a blast

Decapitate the sepals with bare hands

Stomp on the rest and pulverize the glands

Until the disintegrated flowers flow like sands

Use the stem to tie a green noose

Use the stigma to discourage it being loose

Then hang the flower's severed capitulum

Its ethereal body sways like a pendulum

Then beat the hanged to the beat of a drum

When I get home my Mom can tell

My hands are stained with cytoplasmic gel

"WHAT have you donE!" My Mother yells

"I escorted all the flowers to herb hell;

It's called plant genocide and here's the tale..."