It’s a money tree that 

sprouted in the back corner of the yard, 

which is bad for feng-shui, cash flow 

trapped with mouldy tennis balls and clusters of cat shit

now it’s spreading like a weed                                         

 

Birds congregate around the treasure 

Like they know 

There’s something to 

Wait

For

The sun scorches the earth

Like slime

Drenching the foundation

And things start rising to the surface

Hot

Stinky

 

What do they know-

 

jealousy? 

Or is it pure 

hunger

that drives them

In which case, can 

violence

be excused?