not going quietly

beware the seed you've lost or scorned
better to burn it or salt its harboring earth

fear this seed,
that in your arrogance
you have forgotten

what grows
grows wild
mangled
malignant
strong in its dysfunction
a
beautuful
deadly
smooth to the touch
cancer

with that in mind
how long did you think it would stay gone

when the raidrops are needles
and the air is thick with fever

realize
this errant seed is your master