Underground United Poem by Mark Heathcote

Underground united they all took root
A flower grew, a moonflower or two
Each night it grew a little more
It felt exposed but sure, sure
A prayer had been answered.

Their old world had been turned to burning straw
A barren field lay in front of them
It was strewn with wildflowers
But only one really honestly mattered.

Underground united, they took root
Tendrils entwined a starlit trellis
And there again a moonflower grew
Who knew pollinators became inebriated
Who knew they'd become intoxicated on the morning dew
just to sate only the best given few.
Who knew?
Who knew - was it only a given few?