Torsade Literary Space The Comfrey Plant (poem)
The Comfrey Plant
The comfrey plant has rooted in
And can’t be rooted out
Some adventitious pioneering
Groping severed bit
Might upend the foundation
Can we be rid of it?
An oily glow of truth
Lovely virtue no one loves
You would rather see buried deep
Something not worth living
Than the unexamined mandate
Not worth having
One third of twenty-four is eight
One third of all work done is needed
The rest is waste grafted upon the state
Self-replicating and unpurposed
The root once taken hold
The earth unseeded
nothing more (poem)
(2014, Stephanie Foster)