Pumpkin Feast

The vines stretched across the once great city of Goar.
Thick and leafy a deep green,
vibrant against the gray rubble.
The once prospours land reduced to three colours
gray green and orange.
The only plant not affected by the plague,
took the lack of weeding as a sign of liberation
so it began to overtake the land
shedding seeds and spreading vines
all but consuming the world in it’s twisted views of survival
Life goes on for the pumpkin patch,
long after you’re gone.
and so I say

so long Jack




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