waterfall in Nothing ends

Out back I play God.

I choose what lives or dies,

what weeps or grows.

what waters

or burns.

I mostly use my powers for good.

Like right now I am growing

really good weed and

building a waterfall

With three pools

and a stream.

I am mostly finished now.

Just adding ferns and flowers.

The occasional rock here and there

to disturb the flow of water in

a pleasing yet natural way.

Unfortunately,

Now and again

My subjects will become unruly.

Weeds will sprout through the cracks

of the stepping stones or sometimes

the birds and bees will nest in

unauthorized zones.

My punishment for these crimes

changes with my mood.

Sometimes they get

The hand,

The chemical,

The machine,

The fire.

Once in a while I will drink too much

And they will run wild and furious

with life for days on end.

The weeds pray for my death

and the flowers pray for justice.

The stones gather moss

And the water runs

down hill.

Back here I am God,

and when I die

the world will

choke itself

out.