I see you on hands and knees
Wearing gloves and grunting
Give it up folks
Trying to rid us muggers
Is useless. We are here for good
Mugwort has landed
Go ahead, yank us
I guarantee we’ll be back
Along with cypress spurge,
Black cherry, tall bush clover
We are an army you’ll never defeat
You can’t get all our roots
Pull us out, we survive
Those little bits of roots you miss
We always leave a little bit of us behind
You’ll have to sift every square inch of soil
To evict us.
We’re smarter than you are
Because we have a plan
Grow and spread
And it’s working out real good
You can’t mug us, we’ve mugged you
Our sheer numbers should convince you
Give up it’s, a lost cause

For Don Cimino – farmer at Homecoming Farm