After Andrew Marvell, Or, The Mower Obeys The Covenant Poem by Shane Markie

The grass keeps on growing,
and I keep on mowing,
and then there's the room where I cry.

The carnivals come
and the cancer creeps up pantlegs
and lovers draw their curtains
and go about their days.

The grass keeps on growing,
and I keep on mowing,
and then there's the room where I cry.

I work, I follow the covenant;
I am a homeowner and a
responsible digit. If only they knew
how I longed for a sea of blood.

The grass keeps on growing,
and I keep on mowing,
and then there's the room where I cry.

Instead, the food court.
Instead, I watch the carousel
turning, a galaxy of fiberglass horses
collapsing too slow for the eye.

The grass keeps on growing,
and I keep on mowing,
and goddamn I wish I knew why.