The White Papers

Each year it begins anew –

                A never-ending battle between us.

Their attack is silent and stealthy –

                Bombing, buzzing, flying, whirring

                They poke and jab with great veracity.

I dodge and whirl and parry, but my defenses are no match.

Corpses smash into pools of blood –

                Piling up in silent testimony.

Finally after hours of this horrible struggle –

                My gardening is done, I can go inside.