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Posted August 3, 2004
Washington state and the U.S. government have spent millions of dollars trying to eradicate Spartina alterniflora from Willapa Bay's shallow waters and mudflats, not necessarily to universal acclaim.
All flesh be grass?
But which grass, among so many?
Man has spread across the earth —
Spartina, across the mud —
Each going where others could not go.
So, spartina, you are man's secret totem
You, the grass no sane man would sow
We, the flesh that sees like flesh as foe.
Your blades,
Which human spades
Cannot devour,
You, I say, represent man's power.
But . . . you know your limits.
Do we know ours?
Well, of mud we are
And to mud we shall return.
You, spartina, are the grass
From whom flesh could learn.
And let it be said,
By the living and of the dead:
We've made our mark upon the mud,
You in lovely green,
Man in red blood.
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