in amidst the twists of structures

among the architectural metal

that grows up along the irwell’s leafy

crescent meadow swells

from the corner of my eye

I saw incongruous golden petals

of a dandelion growing

through the pavement cracks

and mortar of the boulevard’s hard shell

reflected in the plate glass

facades of floor to ceiling windows

with boots of bad intention

I raised my foot and crushed it

flattened it

devoid of its rebellion

I then built on it as well

there is an object lesson

less anaemic sickly pale and unappealing

than some story with a moral

there are no morals here

and morals have I relatively few

but there is an object lesson

to those who feel a jaundiced sense

of horror at destruction

with the zealousness of conversion

this is really nothing new

and was said with satanistic glee

so frequently before

but those who see in nature

sacred beauty and in humans

don’t see nature or the beast within us all

but some things matter very little

and on the small things that don’t matter

moralising is a bore

there is cause and there’s effect

there is consequence and action

facts are facts

fake is fun

mild evil is appealing

now and then

do what thou willt shall be the whole of the law