Jack Scholtes
Ever growing is the plant that wraps
That chokes, destroys, within its lapse
Belittles and kills, settles and still,
Growing upon skin like a plant
Green and tough, destruction reigns
Striking and stinking the land it takes
Thin as grass, tough as steel,
Relentless without any ounce of feel
Greedy and hungry, with no belly or mouth
Take and take and take, it cannot go without
Through space and time, its presence severe
The end is imminent, the end is so clear
Vines grow in thick, emerge from around
What darkness it brings, light it steals
Under rocks, houses, and mountains
Suddenly nothing, all at once,
Brings no sound.