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95 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2014
Senecio jacobaea: bad news,
this pretty weed, this constellation
of tiny suns, this doomful harbinger.
Farmers have walked off their land for less.
Cattle deficient in minerals
develop ‘a depraved appetite’ for it.
It springs beaming out of the soil
to seduce yet another silly beast
with its fairy gold. Whoa! Keep off!
But no: there they go, pathetic addicts,
mouthing and sucking at its alkaloids
like Laura at fruit in the goblin market
until they stagger with cirrhosis
while the plants, like all drug pushers,
multiply as fast as you cut them down.