We Fought the Battle Each with Our Own Weapons

We Fought the Battle Each with Our Own Weapons

The enormous bush
defied me to object
to anything it wanted to do
proceeded to grow and grow
until I decided to object
Put an end to its biography
with this summation:
topped out at ten feet tall
and twenty wide
harboring an ecosystem within it
of poison ivy and trapped plastic bags.

I recognized
a truly formidable opponent but
I had a saw and loppers
and it did not. On the hottest day of the year
I set to work. Switchy branches
to wrist-thick trunks: all fell
to my patient relentless approach
though I left the denouement to my husband
and his chain saw.

The last words in the story
a cleared dirt circle and the bush brought down
a pile of sticks dressed in wilting leaves
a circle of stumps that I will dig out later
once I recover from my opponent’s
ultimately futile but still of serious damage
counterattack.
I count it out on fingers
still curved to the grip of the saw:
a wicked case of poison ivy
a lattice of scratches on my arms and legs
insect bites representing a variety of species
one breathed-in leaf.

7/23/19

11 thoughts on “We Fought the Battle Each with Our Own Weapons

  1. Claudia, oh how I can relate to this. I admire your engagement with your worthy opponent. Favorite part:
    “I recognized
    a truly formidable opponent but
    I had a saw and loppers
    and it did not.”

    • Thank you. We had a giant set of forsythia bushes I took out 2 summers ago and this poem is true to life. Including the nightmare case of poison ivy. Still, I got over the poison ivy. The bushes – they are still gone…!

  2. They just released goats in Riverside Park to eat the poison ivy in one part of it. They have a month to clear it out. (K)

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