I Am Thankful for War

“The vine that ate the South”

I laugh as I put you in my mouth,

Please call me noxious

As I smother your mind’s eye,

Stealing your sun as if it was always mine.

Engulfed your mother’s willow

Deprived your father’s oak, 

My arrowroot is set and aimed at their throat

I don’t fail to perform but I always choke,

When you’re as good as me there’s no need to promote.

That’s why you know who I am before we get a chance to meet

I’m a mile-a-minute so like the opinions of me – always fleets,

One moment you’re none greater

Blink and now you’re the fault of your creator,

Becoming the next biggest traitor

Only to ask yourself later how could anyone hate her?

That’s what happens when your born to be ornamental

You serve to design but was never told to be gentle,

Now you’re an invader – they’ve stolen all your pride

I outstretch myself by what appears to be your landslide,

As the scientists and researchers are pounding down caffeine

Developing the me-vaccine. 

There’s something powerful being a perennial solar eclipse

I’m so daunting yet leave you so transfixed, 

You may have stopped but you cannot stare

You can try to move but you would not dare,

Uprooting homes that no one can defend

You’re meeting your end and it begs you to ponder,

How Kudzu was never supposed to be your friend

Invasions are only to be remembered in somber.