ODE TO THE MARIJUANA

green greenish my mother earth
greener it look when thee take birth
razor leaves, bourgeois flora

thou are greatest err of a creator
for thou belong to heaven not earth
thine bless or boon unworthy to men

we lounged thee well till dried or dead
then beat thee to the pieces or dust
and we cremate thee into the ash and smoke

despite thee bless us with thine beauty
to set our bounded capabilities
...free to the deepest and to the infinity..