The beautiful landscape as we know it
belongs to those who are like it.
Capitalism is a beautiful weed.
It grows most striking without constraint
and prospers for a while
in fertile soil,
until it chokes
on coiled roots and unrestrained vines,
laissez faire foliage.
A mindful gardener
prunes flora held so fair
lest compelled to axe
Don’t go all Edward Scissorhands,
but snip, snip,
Capitalism is a beautiful weed,
a living, growing thing,
not a delicate thing.
Trim, tend, cultivate
about the author
Eric Blanchard grew up in Houston, Texas. His poetry has been published in numerous literary journals and reviews, both online and in hard copy, including Autumn Sky Poetry, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Pudding Magazine, Amarillo Bay, and Poetry Quarterly. Eric currently resides and writes in Kettering, Ohio.