Green-shroud descends. Blankets the ground. Root-mesh constricts without a sound — A creeping kind of stillness, a silent kind of sound. One shade of green. One single law. Wood-grain veils the iron claw. Tendrils clasp the heavy stone, possessing all the soil has known. The sprawl absorbs the garden-wall. Leaves shadow every porticoed hall — A rooted kind of drifting, a fixed kind of fall. The monoculture governs the wall! The invasive rhythm dictates them all! Standardize the species! Muffle the stray! Overwrite the light of day! One root! One stem! One green! The formula of the cold routine! Splice the flesh to the node. Write the flesh into code. The species consumes the varied leaf, to find a singular relief. Root-tendrils clasp the node. Possessing all the code. The monoculture governs the wall! The invasive rhythm dictates them all! Standardize the species! Muffle the stray! Overwrite the light of day! One root! One stem! One green! The formula of the cold routine! Kudzu covers every head. Formula of the grey dead. We clear the color from the field until the varied spirits yield. The canopy closes, green and tight, beneath the plastic, grey glow — A living kind of burial, a growing kind of no. Blank. Dull. The net — The vine — the — Intrusion... Pollution! One green! One green! One green! The vine: the fact. The vine: the law. Correct! Repeat! The grid: complete. Erasing every human face.
