The Garden

I am trying to be a good anarchist
about the aphids that have overtaken
my once gorgeous kale. Who have gorged
themselves unceremoniously despite
my best efforts with the castile soap
and vinegar. Which in turn ended up
browning the leaves and making them
bitter anyway. I should have left it well
alone. Who am I to say that my desire
supersedes the needs of tiny ashy grey
specks? Shouldn’t they be allowed to suck
the kale dry as I step barefoot through
composted shit to feel more alive?