the foul things existed in humanity’s garden long before we arrived
they were sown deeply into society’s earth
hidden from eyesight
until they bloomed
into ugly patches of weeds
and creeping vines
through the garden
we look up
at the gnarled branches of invasive trees
and try to cut them down
not realizing
that we, too, are weeds
even if we pretend to be benign grass
clumped together
swaying along in the direction of the breeze
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