I mistook you for a perennial, I grew addicted to your smell.
How you forced a coin down the wishing well.
All is swell in all that is dead,
You disappeared in the Winter time, leaving a mark on the earth.
Your dizzying effect even reached the banks of the river.
Eroding its barriers between the river and me 
I thought I would fall, what with all your tyranny.
You made a stranger of the natives, a friend to the plaintiffs.
How you wanted to repossess my home.

My imagination is far reaching but your fallacy is not.
Only in the minds of those I have forgotten.
You can tower above them, up to two and a half metres tall.
You could make them feel so small if you wanted to.
You would be monocultural, the others multi.
You would flee from them all, in your singular functioning.
You would flourish at the expense of others
I had to put you down, ridding myself of your absent smell.

A stranger you tried to make of me, in my own garden
But I looked on in wonder.
You cast then all asunder 
Admiration? Awe? No steadying curiosity
Not earth shattering, but quaking
The limp flower will crumble.